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thefangirlofhp · 1 year

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brand it on my mind (so I don’t forget)

in which Nyx seeks out his aunt and uncle to soothe some sensitive hurts

follow up to unconditional as quartz, can be read as a stand-alone

The genial peace that the streets of Velaris has to offer is something of a rarity when compared to other bustling cities and towns, Nyx has discovered. Studies abroad in Day’s Court tutored by the finest scholars Prythian had to offer quickly brought the young Night Court heir the exposure to other societies that has allowed him the chain of thoughts that takes on a more think-then-act nature. Having seen many cities and interacted with a score of people, the young lord was surprised to find that the treatment he received in Velaris’ streets was one of a rarity—be it by nature of the city’s close-knit culture or that they just were a particular breed of faes who didn’t give much of an iota’s care regarding High Faes and future High Lords, Nyx has yet to decide.

Still, it’s a blessed thing. One resembling home’s mediocrity and casualness. Nyx walks the streets of the gorgeous city, hand wrapped around the satchel’s strap over his chest, meeting familiar eyes and offering acknowledging awkward head-bobs to warm smiles. He’s not quite the social butterfly that his entire family is, possessing nowhere near the intoxicating confidence Father practically breathes into the air or Mother’s warmth, nor Uncle Cassian’s boisterously loud presence. However, he’s reassured that it’s a thing he will grow out of, once he meets more and more people, and gets the hang of the publicity that comes with being Rhysand’s heir.

The cool wind is pleasant on his face, it makes him subconsciously relax every tense muscle and joint in his body as he crosses the cobblestone path. His eyes automatically relax the minute he steps into the shade of a red-topped house and he politely steps back to allow a fae to pass before continuing his journey.

It’s the scroll of parchment in the bag against his hip that seems to burn through the fabric, and weigh more than three Illyrian blades melted together. He’s worrying his lower lip between his teeth, head ducked and eyes squinted as he walks, consumed by the inevitable upcoming Conversation with his parents that he’ll have to sit through once he makes his way home. It’s why he practically jumps out his skin when he feels the familiar touch of his mother brushing against his subconscious, like a cursory knock at the open door to his room what with the abysmal state of his mental walls. Father taught him better.

Welcome home, darling, he doesn’t so much as hear her speak as much as it is more of a feeling. Like the thought comes from him, but it’s of a softer tone.

Hey, Ma, he thinks back.

I’m at the studio if you want to stop by. Your father’s in a meeting now, but he’ll be finished in an hour. Nuala made you lunch if you’re hungry.

He’s quiet for a while, narrowly avoiding a rolling cart of vegetables and waves a hand to the familiar farmer’s face. I think I’ll see some friends before dinner, if that’s all-right?

His mother takes a second to respond. Of course, comes the smooth unperturbed reply. Don’t be late.

Nyx pauses in the street, takes a moment to exhale softly and look up at the clear blue sky. Seagulls calling in the distance overflying the sea, the vendors yelling for potential customers down the hill in the market, horses neighing, carts crashing and wheels rolling and a blacksmith is heard hammering his work. He lets the breeze sway him gently on his two feet.

And when Nyx opens his eyes, he finds himself staring at the quaint bakery’s window door, the large glass window displaying an impressive new arrangement of flowers and suggested books with a staged tea-party spread complete with beautiful teacups and pots, finger sandwiches and little pastries. The shop gives shade in this hour to the outdoors white iron wrought chairs and little seating hosting a few clients enjoying what The Ivy has to offer, which admittedly is a lot.

Drawing in a deep breath, Nyx crosses the street as he draws on a genuine smile and pushes the door open. He is announced by a twinkle from overhead, and an assortment of giggles from the little garden fairies hovering in the air above, whom subsequently dash to hide in the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling when he looks up at them.

“Welcome! How can I—oh hello, Nyx!”

His smile becomes easier as he makes his way towards the counter, and the auburn-haired female in a pressed white apron behind it.

“Hi, Agatha,” he responds, smiling back at one of his many childhood friends. “How is it going?”

“Good,” the older female replies, barely a few years his senior, but enough so that she’d been one of the girls at the orphanage to help the minders while he’d run around with the younger ones. “We’re having a little busy day but it’s just the season. Besides, the busier the better, right?”

“Mhm,” he nods, glancing at the glass casing containing all the mouth-watering goods. Despite having had a late breakfast before leaving Day, Nyx’s stomach rumbles at the site of those gorgeous double-tier cakes and lemon tarts and—

“Mistress Elain told me to let you in the kitchen when you get here,” Agatha interrupts his browsing and his eyes snap to her brown ones, brows jumping up in confusion at the ‘when’ and passed-on instructions before she gives a shrug, seeming to summarize it all adequately when it comes to his aunt’s behavior.

“Right. Any chance I can nick that blueberry—“

“Nyx, baby, is that you?” interrupts the soft floaty voice of his second aunt, carried in from the kitchen’s cracked-open door. Agatha gives a sympathetic smile before he leaps over the counter, forgoing normal people’s behavior of rounding it to the side like a true troublesome male Illyrian, and passes through the door to the back-store kitchen.

It’s a kingdom of its own right, one run and entirely managed by his dutiful aunt, somehow its vast interior defying the shop’s small size by a form of one enchantment or another as many other shops in Velaris are spelled to be. His eyes immediately snag on her standing at the center workspace covered in flour and ingredients, and her hands stirring the batter of a cake quickly in prompt professionalism.

He grins, immediately hurrying towards her in order to plant a kiss to her tilted and expecting cheek before receiving a blinding smile and a peck to his own forehead.

“How are you?” she asks, while he brushes off a dusting of flour from her chin and tosses his bag aside in order to rush towards the sink and stick his hands under hot water. Elain’s got her hair wrapped up in a white, patterned kerchief to keep it out the way as she stirs her whisk through fudgy goodness, and if Nyx has any hope of being allowed any close to licking the batter off the whisk and tin, then he’s got to douse himself clean entirely. It’s why he throws aside his jacket as well and rolls up his shirt’s sleeves.

“I’m good,” he replies cheerfully, bounding back towards her and leaning against the wooden top. “What are you making?”

“Can’t guess?” she holds up the whisk, watching the batter promptly slide down in a cascading shower of divinity that makes his mouth water.

“Chocolate cake?” he wagers his basic guess.

“Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate,” she replies, grinning. “With strawberries and cookies and biscuits—the Nyx Deluxe.”

Nyx blinks, assessing the laid out ingredients that promptly confirm her words, cheerful grin fading slightly in contrast to the giddiness bubbling in his chest—there’s little else that rivals the joy stirred in one’s heart at the sight of a beloved meal prepared by a loved one. “I…what’s the occasion?”

She nudges him with an elbow. “Does there have to be?”

“That’s a birthday or Solstice or major milestone cake,” his brows furrow. Then, he gasps. “Are you getting married today?!”

Elain laughs and Nyx nearly deflates in relief at the irrational prospect of having to watch his aunt exchange the ring on her hand to the other. “Who’d get married in the middle of a week, baby?”

“What for, then?”

She looks at him knowingly. “Can’t we celebrate our Nyx’s successful completion of another year at Day?”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” she tilts her head. “I thought you have an accomplishment to present us?”

“Can I lick the bowl?” he instead asks.

Elain grabs a small spoon. “You can have all you want.”

“You really are celebrating,” he remarks, grinning from ear to ear before he busies his mouth with the spoonful of cake batter that has his eyes rolling back into his skull.

Third time stealing the batter, a deep voice flatly interrupts Nyx’s oblivion following the scuffing of boots on the floor and the rustling of wings: “So this is what treason feels like.”

Nyx looks up to see his uncle staring at them with a dark look, the shadowsinger standing still and tall in his betrothed’s kitchen with his hands clasped behind his back. His casual black sleeveless shirt and combat pants both dusted in flour tell Nyx he’s been here for a while, but it’s always easy to overlook the master of shadows until he draws attention to himself.

“Yours is right there,” Elain warns, pointing to a bowl with dark remains of identical cake batter. “Don’t start.”

“Oh thank goodness, I didn’t want to fight a child over bowl-licking privileges,” Azriel sighs, taking a seat at the table.

“Only ‘cause you’ll lose,” Nyx retorts around a mouthful of chocolate batter that unceremoniously leaks from the corner of his mouth before he ducks and saves himself last minute, and Elain decides he’s had enough as she grabs it and turns to the prepared cake tins.

His uncle gives him a slow, careful one-over, like a cat assessing her next possible meal in a picture-perfect image of danger that is promptly ruined by the batter-coated thumb he sticks in his mouth.

“You’re early,” he notes, grabbing a napkin and wiping his hand clean. The glaring sunlight through the glass roof puts him in the bright spotlight, makes the two siphons stuck to the finger-less gloves on his hands scatter all sort of different shaped cobalt light and accentuate the shadows twisting their shapeless form around his figure.

“You hang around here too much,” Nyx mutters back, rounding the table and approaching him with his spoon. It’s a bold dangerous move, but one Nyx makes. When he’s not cleft in half for daring to steal the batter contents, he sticks his spoon in. He’s surprised when his uncle even passes him the bowl.

“This is my fifth,” he explains, much to Nyx’s bulging eyes and gaping mouth. Azriel props his elbows on the table and yawns, resting his face in scarred hands which Nyx’s eyes linger on for a moment longer than necessary. He’s never figured out why Azriel’s hands are mangled the way they are, considering fae’s predisposition to instant healing and unblemished skin, and so far he’s never worked up the courage to ask what horrible thing had done that to him.

“How was Day?” Elain’s whimsy soft voice floats in the air after she’s closed the massive oven door on her numerous tins of cake and returns to the table, resting her hands atop the work-surface, engagement ring glinting blindingly in the sunlight.

“Good,” Nyx mutters, utilizing his spoon and avoiding the question’s mandated in-depth answer. “I thought you’d be working, Az.”

“Day off,” his uncle grunts, rubbing his face before revealing it. He squints at Nyx. “Let’s have it, then. Who’d you piss off there before you left?”

The boy practically jumps from his skin as his wings startle and he nearly falls over. Hands clench over the bowl tight enough for them to tremble, and he is suddenly acutely aware of how dry his mouth is. Sometimes he forgets that his aunt and uncle are literally all-knowing, not in the annoying figurative way his parents are. While Mother and Father take one look at him and read his face with the uncanny accuracy that comes from parenting, Azriel and Elain have accurate insight into everything around them, which has made them Public Enemy Number 1 in family games and any delicate social situation.

“I—“ he blurts. “Why—I haven’t—“

Denial pays off very poorly in the long run, but it’s a suitable weapon to use in the moment to fend for himself.

Azriel lets out a laugh. “Well before, I was just wagering a guess, but now I know for a fact you’ve done something.”

Nyx is sure his face is flushed a deep incriminating red.

“Leave him be, if he’d rather not talk about it,” Elain—not his favorite aunt for naught—decides, taking a seat and resting her chin in a palm propped up on an elbow.

That’s the thing—he would, and should, but he can’t and is afraid to and maybe, maybe just a touch frightened of the conse—

“Hey,” his uncle reaches out a hand that rests on his slim arm, dwarfs it in comparison. “It’s all-right. Whatever it is.”

Elain lets loose a soft breath, turns her doe eyes from him to her betrothed. “Have you spoken with the priestess?”

Azriel draws back his hand, and Nyx kind of immediately misses the comfort it brought. It’s a thing he shares with Uncle Cassian; a love for physical touch and the comfort it brings. It’s a shame Azriel’s not one of those people.

His jaw clenches. “Yes.”

“And?”

“Nothing.”

Nyx would like to pretend that he didn’t see the flash of hurt passing over Elain’s face like a shadow before it quickly disappears as promptly as it came, but it stings him, and from the way his uncle stiffens, so did he. There’s nothing as disconcerting as watching something upset Elain, mostly because his aunt doesn’t let anything upset anyone else, and is sickeningly kind, helpful and considerate to anything that existed. It’s not fair.

“Oh,” she breathes out, managing to adequately mask her disappointment.

“What is it?” Nyx asks.

Azriel sighs. “No-one has agreed to marry us, so far.”

Nyx frowns. “Why?”

Azriel’s brows arch as he stares at the table. “Your aunt is someone else’s mate. No priestess will ever desecrate something like that. Goes against everything they believe in. Defies the Mother.”

Nyx’s heart sinks low. “S-So what, they’ll just let you live in sin then?”

“I’ve been continuously advised to save my soul and call this off.”

His hand abruptly slams against the countertop. “That’s fucking bullshit!” he finds himself shouting, leaping to his feet, an accumulation of frustration with social discrimination erupting out of him before he can think otherwise. “Fucking bullshit! Why can’t you guys marry?! Lucien hasn’t—he doesn’t give a shit! Didn’t he say so?! He’s married to a fucking human queen!”

“Nyx, calm down,” Elain requests. “Losing your temper and your allowance for the week isn’t worth it. Don’t think I’ve overlooked that colorful language.”

His face warms as he takes his seat once again. It’s really hypocritical of his family to monitor his vocabulary when the things they say on game-night would make a sailor blush.

“Why can’t someone like Mother or Father marry you?” Nyx mutters, regaining his composure. “They’re head of state. They decide the rules.”

“Because being married in the eyes of the state is not the same as being married by a priestess,” Elain explains. “They…mediate your souls together. Allow something to coexist on a biological level. Creates a bond. No priestess would create something like that when there’s a mating bond present.”

“But you turned it down…”

“It remains, still. I’m told,” Elain replies, voice bitter.

Azriel straightens. “I don’t want to raise your hopes, but I can’t stand to see you destitute. I’ve got a few options left which I initially didn’t want to resort to.”

Nyx grins vengefully, making a determined fist. “Yes! Extortion and intimidation!”

“No!” Azriel barks out a startled laugh at the same time that Elain giggles. “No—I’m going to ask one of the priestesses I trained. Or Gwyn. I’m hoping it won’t be unethical.”

Elain’s eyes sober up. “You don’t have to. It’s fine—I’m fine with a…state-marriage.”

“Absolutely not,” Azriel firmly says, staring her down with the intensity that came from one’s love and one’s determination to do anything for said love. “I’ll have nothing less than everything you’ve ever dreamt of.”

Elain’s face visibly softens, with adoration and gratitude, the warmth coloring her cheeks a pink complimenting her white shirt and long skirt. She opens her mouth to reply, but is interrupted from doing so by the back door swinging open and a small figure dashing inside, breathless and flushed in the face as it noisily clambers over to Elain.

“Hello, Drisa,” Elain smiles down at the little girl holding onto the table and looking up at her with wide eyes as she catches her breath. “Have you been playing?”

“Uhu!” the girl gasps, her fuchsia skin flushed so deeply in her face it is several shades darker than a beet root, nodding fervently and looking around desperately for something to quench her thirst. Azriel slides over a glass of water procured helpfully from the depths of a shadow, while two more boys run into the kitchen like raging bulls, followed by a short skipping nymph, trailing flower petals after her dancing green dreadlocks.

“Hey!” Elain laughs at the site. “Calm down, catch your breath!”

Gerard collapses against Elain’s shoulder as he loops his arms around her neck. “We—were—racing—a—bird.”

“Who won?” Azriel asks, as the second boy—Yern—walks right over to him and collapses in Azriel’s lap, heavily panting. He looks down at the little boy, and pushes his damp hair from where it’s plastered itself against his face.

“Bird cheated,” he mumbles, dejected. “Wen’ up. Not front!”

“That’s a shame,” the spymaster reckons, resting his hand on Yern’s cobalt blue silky hair and easing it out the way to reveal a flushed forehead. “How’re you going to pay the bird?”

“It cheated!” Gerard exclaims against Elain.

“Were there rules?”

“Only common sense!”

“You’re racing a bird, Gerard, I don’t see any common sense in that.”

The young boy, thirteen years old and practically still seven by the aging standards of his species, huffs.

“Mama we’re hungry!” Drisa announces, her long ears trapping her black hair as she tilts her head up and to the side.

“Okay,” Elain replies, easing Gerard’s figure off her as she stands up. “Nyx, baby, please make sure everyone washes up properly.”

As oldest of the bunch, Nyx takes such a duty quite seriously even if he himself is still a child. But to be the older child amongst children granted much privileges and pride to be felt, one he gladly shoulders.

“Nyxie!” Drisa holds up her arms in request, and he bends at the waist to pick her up and let her squirm her way onto his shoulders. Yern comes crawling under the table, and immediately rattles Nyx’s ear off about a ladybug he saw today while Drisa plays with his hair and he overlooks Gerard’s sub-optimal hand washing and in the background, Lisa the nymph is heard rapidly talking Azriel’s ear off in her whispery voice, leaving no room for any sort of reply to be made between her rattled words.

Nyx is no stranger to the orphans that Elain frequently looks after; he’s been friends with them for as long as he can remember, always going with Elain over for breakfast and playtime, never minding the fact they’re different shapes and colours, never quite realizing that this sort of difference ever mattered to anybody. Until he began his studies abroad, his educational trips around courts, and discovered the baffling stratification of the fae society in a way that has never occurred to him before.

Elain makes them sandwiches, which is an underselling of what she actually prepares. Calling them sandwiches makes it more child-friendly, even when they’re a full-course nutritional meal tucked between two crispy slices of fresh bread. Chicken and white sauce and cheese and lettuce. Lamb meat under gravy and mouth-watering tomato slices. They sit quietly at the table while munching their food, Agatha called in from manning the front to have her lunch with them, and Nyx watches them all as he slowly makes his way through his generous sandwich. Cannot seem to understand his friends—and him—would be seen as something less in other places, the degree of inferiority varying from border to border, yet never quite being at the top in anyplace.

He doesn’t understand why it’s different here—if it is so, at all. But they all sit at the same table, laugh at the same joke and fight over the same petty things under the watchful eye of the seer and the shadowsinger. It’s like any family meal Nyx has with his family. He cannot imagine why anyone else would decree it otherwise.

He glances at his aunt and uncle, finding Elain sat next to Azriel, her eyes closed and mouth lined shut neatly while he holds her hand and cups the side of her face. His lips are moving faintly, uttering words too soft for Nyx to hear, but the care in his eyes is blazing.

His gut turns. It’s not fair his aunt and uncle can’t be married. Or have their own children.

Nyx looks back to his food, the conversation he’s eavesdropped on between his mother and father burning his ears even in memory. Threatening to make his eyes prickle, too.

It’s a shame, Mother had sadly remarked. That Elain wouldn’t get to live her dream, the goal she’d sought towards all her life. It’s unfair, that she’d have to choose between her dream and her love when all she’s ever wanted was a large loving family. It’s a shame she has to give up Azriel’s children to be with him.

Nyx is inclined to agree, in terms of sympathy and sadness. If anyone would be loving excellent parents, he’d testify that the pair would make more than an ample example.

It’s only an opinion born out of experience; being born to a large family meant Nyx was hardly raised by his parents alone. He was parented by every member of his parent’s circle, disciplined and taught and loved by a whole plethora of characters whom had equal amounts of authority over him. Of them all, Nyx has always gravitated towards the safety Elain offered. And Azriel’s affection is impossible to overlook, because once he decided he cared, Azriel did so with everything he was.

The pair together always emitted a kind of balance that Nyx sought, subconsciously. It was always easy to talk to them, to seek their advice, mostly because he had little consequences to fear while knowing he was still in safe, secure waters. He couldn’t put it in words, but perhaps there was something to be said in the fact he came here first thing upon setting foot back home.

Nyx is wiping down the table in front of him with his palm, gathering crumbs together and crushing them beneath his index when Elain sends the children to the shop to mind it with Agatha and tidy up. Next to him, Yern is straddling Azriel’s lap, playing with his shirt flaps and twisting the ties around his small fingers while he slowly recites the multiplication table of two to Azriel’s infinite patience.

Elain takes the seat next to him, and he can feel her eyes on him without looking.

“Good job, I want to hear you recite three next time. Deal?”

“Deal,” the boy bobs his head, smiling widely when Azriel tucks a coin into his front pocket with a secretive wink.

“Good. Now go play. Go on. Shoo.”

“I’m gonna be rich!” the boy runs off shouting at the top of his lungs, his excitement destined to be short lived if he keeps announcing his fortune for all to hear.

“What color would you like the frosting to be?” Elain asks him, smiling.

“Oh, I don’t know…”

“Come on. It’s in your honor. Why don’t you draw me the design like you always have?”

He has to give her a smile at that; one of his fondest memories is sitting here with Elain in the first days after she opened the shop, drawing far-fetched designs from the depths of his imagination of cakes that Elain would then try her best to bring to life. So far, she’s never failed once.

So he agrees, and the feeling of colored pencils back in his palm somehow simplifies everything in the world, every thought, every problem, every grief swirling in his head. He draws colored lines across paper, and somehow he is a little boy again, keeping his aunt company while she wades through waves of financial challenges and emotional stress, his only care in the world being the design he is putting together.

It loosens his tongue, makes him think things can be simple.

“I’m going to stop my studies,” he announces quietly while coloring in the base layer with deep violet. The choice of color makes his stomach twist at the thought of the look in his father’s eyes when he’ll tell him so. What does disappointment look like, flickering in them, he wonders? Father’s never once voiced a single bad word in Nyx’s regard, or ever been remotely disappointed in him; will he now be?

“Why?” Elain asks carefully.

“I…” there is his strife, is it not? To be able to put it in words without sounding like an idiot.

“Nyx,” his uncle says quietly, voice cold and steel-like in its firmness. “Give me your tutor’s report.”

He is actually relieved to fetch the scroll from his bag, to hand it off to his uncle’s expecting hand like it will explain everything without him having to do so. Elain gets up to read it as well, over Azriel’s shoulder.

They’re quiet as they make their way through the long script. Nyx didn’t read it word-for-word, but he’d read enough. More than enough. Azriel clears his throat, Elain sniffs, parchment scratches against the table as hands further spread it, the kids in the shop are cheerful and loud, the birds outside lively even mid-day and Nyx continues to color his cake. He forces himself not to focus too much on every detail around him, but it’s harder to do so when he’s hyper-aware of his surroundings.

“Baby..” Elain breathes softly with sympathy. “You can’t possibly believe him.”

“Why should I take his word only when he’s complimenting me?” he asks, honestly.

“Because as intelligent a mind he is, baby, he has no insight into our way of living. Or our circumstances.”

“Calling you unfit for higher education because of your blood only tells me you’ve outshined him and his peers,” Azriel sharply remarks, looking at him as he lets the scroll snap back into shape.

“No I haven’t,” the young lord mutters. “They know way more things than me.”

“Contents of books stuffed in libraries,” Elain gently says, laying a hand on his head and smoothing her fingers through his hair the way she’s always done, the way she comforts all her orphans. “Information that can be found in seconds. But a way of thinking, baby, that’s what sets scholars apart. You can’t memorize or study that.”

“I want to train, with the Illyrians.”

Azriel freezes and even Elain pauses. He cannot decipher the expression which his uncle looks at him with, but it’s nothing good. Still, Nyx braves on. Holds his ground.

“Your parents went through a lot of grief keeping you out of it,” Azriel quietly points out. “Besides, you already train with—“

“Uncle Cassian teaches me shit,” Nyx sits up. “Combat skills and techniques but how am I going to be a great warrior like you—all of you—if I’m trained as a curtesy?”

“You want to go through the Illyrian regime?” Azriel asks, as if the concept is alien to him.

“Yes. I—How am I expected to lead my people if I’m just another pampered little shit ruling over them? They respect power, and strength—“

“The Illyrians respect fuck-all, Nyx,” Azriel’s voice drops. “They respect their hierarchy. Their own. You’ll never be one of their own. And that’s all-right.”

Nyx’s voice twists. “I’m not High Fae enough to the High Fae, not Illyrian enough to the Illyrians, too high-born for the fae, and not pure enough for the high-born. What am I supposed to do?”

“Oh, baby…”

“Your tutor may be a brilliant academic mind, but he’s just as prejudiced as the rest, and that tells me all his books have failed him,” Azriel firmly says, jabbing a finger towards the scroll that deemed Nyx unfit for further education, that sung praises of his performance–for a half-breed—and recommended the young lord be directed towards interest more suited for his future duties. “This is what’s been bothering you? The half-wit seeing you as less because of your lineage?”

“No—Yes—not-not entirely. I…I don’t want to stop because of him but, in some way, he’s right, isn’t he?” he whispers, brows furrowed, and he hates the way he feels his throat constrict. How his eyes prickle. His parents will surely be disappointed that their son has let some stranger get under his skin so. “I have to…to be more like Father, and you, and Uncle Cass. I have to be better. I must.”

Elain sits next to him, takes his hands into her own. “You want to be everything so soon, baby. You haven’t even matured yet.”

His eyes sting. “I have to catch up,” his voice goes hoarse. “They were legends at my age. I have to be fit to fill in Father’s shoes. I can’t fall short of expectations.”

“Nyx, you already are,” Azriel whispers, and he wraps an arm around his shoulders tightly. It makes his eyes water up. “Fuck, you think either of us was concerned with being great at your age? All we did was fly, fight and train. I never learned to read or write until I became eighteen. You think anyone in the world was outsmarting his teachers, challenging ideologies and theories at fourteen? Catch up to what?”

It only chips at the hollowness in his chest. They’ve been fooled and blinded by bias and their own love. They don’t understand that Nyx is much less than what people think him to be. Not that great of a pupil, or that smart of a boy. Just a boy, too anxious for his good, trying to find something to be kind to his grief.

Elain leans close, catching his eye. “Baby,” she softly says and it wipes away all Nyx’s efforts to be stoic and indifferent. He feels himself cracking in the chest, as his tears roll down his cheeks and his eyebrows spasm. “If only you could see what I do.”

“Listen,” Azriel quietly begins. “Prioritizing your education over physical training was for a very good reason. You can’t be a great warrior without a sound mind and you can’t be a sound ruler without a good heart. Sending you to all sorts of places to broaden your mind and open your eyes was a unanimous decision, because you have the advantages none of your predecessors have. You have your Father’s trust and unconditional support, most important of all. No-one ever has before. Sires always fear their sons surpassing them, and you’re lucky to have a father who wants to see you soar where no-one else could reach. That you’re concerned with your roles reassures me, but I never want to see you doubt yourself. Do you hear me?”

The unwelcome tears wobble at his waterline annoyingly before they quietly slide down his cheeks. He sniffs and ducks his head as he wipes his wrist on them, but the more he tries to wipe them away, the more they spill.

His aunt and uncle take him into their arms. Azriel’s shoulder hard and sturdy to lean on, Elain’s body soft and finding every crevice and fold in him that needed to be reached. She hugs his head, pressing multiple kisses to whatever part she can reach, combing her fingers through his hair.

“I think you believe in me more than I do,” Nyx confesses very, very quietly, and sobbing.

“You’ll catch up,” Azriel reassures him, wrapping his other arm around Elain and holding them both to him. “You’ll see. We’re never wrong, Nyx.”

Right—the all-knowing seer and shadowsinger.

He relaxes against them. Perhaps they were right.

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fawnandshadows · 2 years

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Fawn Fest - Walking Through Velaris On a Chilly Night

prompt: Nyx crunching leaves in his tiny galoshes on an autumn walk through Velaris with his uncle Cass. Also a love letter for Cassian Week <3 Requested by @impossiblescissorspeachpaper

Word Count: 827.

Warnings: None. Fluff.

The air was crisp, almost bitterly so, which was unusual for the time of year. Only a few weeks prior had the air started to chill and the sun started to spend less time in the sky, and all of the residents of Velaris found themselves spending more and more time indoors. Their fireplaces coming to life with the flickers of orange flames, their ovens constantly full of fresh bread while their stews stayed hot over open fire, and mothers would bundle their children up in bulky, woolen sweaters.

It was the time of year where one’s own home was at its coziest — a warm, welcoming place that everyone was thinking of as they went about their day. And when the week was coming to its end, home was where everyone could be found.

Well, almost everyone.

If anyone had looked out their window just before evening they would have found the Lord of Bloodshed and his nephew walking along the Sidra.

They owned the streets as everyone else was tucked safely into their houses, and their only companions were the fallen leaves that littered the ground — small piles of red, orange, and yellow could be seen on the corners of the streets, and the uncle would place his hand on his nephews shoulder to stop him from jumping into the piles that weren’t quite large enough to truly cushion his fall.

The pair continued to walk through the streets aimlessly, when they left the house earlier that day they didn’t have a destination in mind. Cassian saw the restless energy in Nyx, the energy that he himself felt so often, as his nephew was staring out the bay window of the townhouse after lunch. His parents were sleepy from the large feast Elain had prepared with the twins, and they were snoring on top of each other on the couch when Cassian asked Nyx if he wanted to go for an adventure — his nephew looked at him with excited blue eyes and immediately jumped into his bright yellow galoshes, his wings flapping excitedly behind him.

Cassian knelt in front of him after grabbing Nyx’s scarf from where it hung by the door and slowly wrapped it around him, and Cassian tucked it into his jacket after he helped guide Nyx’s tiny arms through the sleeves.

He contemplated leaving a note for his brother and sister in law, but he decided just to tell Elain, who was still puttering around the kitchen. And when he poked his head through the doorway Cassian tucked away his surprise at seeing Elain sitting at the table, sharing a cup of hot coffee with Azriel. A small bundle of fur laid on Azriel’s lap. After a second Cassian recognized Jasmine, the stray that Elain had brought home and adopted a few weeks ago. The little kitten had packed on some healthy weight since then, and its black fur had regained its shine, but the little beast never got over Cassian calling her a rat.

She growled a little every time she saw him.

In fact, it was her growl that alerted his brother and Elain to his arrival.

Cassian had the unnerving feeling that he was interrupting something private, so he simply asked them to tell Feyre and Rhysand that he was out with Nyx when they woke up. And left before either of them decided to give him a flimsy excuse as to why there was only one steaming cup of coffee being shared between them, or why the tips of Elain’s fingers were placed delicately next to Azriel’s on the table.

Cassian simply nodded his head towards them and left the room. He slipped his feet into his own sturdy galoshes, slipped on a coat he was pretty sure belonged to Azriel, grabbed his nephew's tiny hand, and headed out.

They explored almost all of Velaris that day, Cassian telling Nyx all of the historical tidbits that he knew — and he took Nyx to one of his most favorite spots in the city. He watched his nephew’s face glaze over in wonder as he heard about the legend of a dragon that appeared in Velaris, one that was brought about by love and heartache to protect the city.

And the entire time they roamed about the city, they walked in the oddest, most impractical way.

Rather than walking in straight lines, they took giant, oblong steps.

Sometimes walking side to side. Or hopping onto one foot a few feet in front of where they stood. Anyone looking out at them undoubtedly tilted their head in confusion, but the actions of the Lord of Bloodshed and the Princeling of the Night Court made perfect sense.

To themselves, at least.

They were crunching leaves.

To Nyx, it was the satisfying crunch of the leaves crumbling beneath his galoshes that sent him into a fit of giggles that drove his actions.

And to Cassian, he was simply following where his prince led.

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wings

Pairing: Azriel x fem reader, IC (platonic) x reader

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: 18+, smut, P in V, lots of fluff

Summary: Who would've thought that your found family would be so captivated by your hidden wings? As they reminisce about their first glimpses of your ethereal secret, you realise just how cherished and adored you truly are.

"I distinctly remember," Mor began, her voice filled with excitement, drawing not only your attention from the comforting cocoon of Azriel's arms, but also the rooms. She sat opposite you, a slight mischief twinkling in her eyes as she leaned forward.

You were all nestled in one of the many living rooms at the House of Wind.

Under the flickering faelight, you sat beside Azriel– your mate. His large presence ever the comfort, as he enveloped you in his arms. His fingers, tracing intricate patterns through your hair, each touch sending ripples of relaxation through your body.

If it weren't for the loudness of your friends and family, their remarks not failing to echo through the room, Azriel’s touch alone could have lulled you into a blissful slumber.

"It was a surprise for sure," Feyre chimed in, a playful smirk dancing across her lips as she glanced over at your slightly confused expression. Sensing your distraction, Azriel reluctantly released his hold on you, joining the conversation with a gentle touch of his hand settling on the small of your back.

"My experience was quite a shock," Cassian added with a grin.

“Mine, I have to say is one I’d like to forget” Rhys grimaced as Feyre gave him an annoyed knowing look.

Amren, rolled her eyes at her family's theatrics. "You all make such a big deal out of everything," she remarked, her tone dry.

Your brows furrowed as you pieced together the fragments of the conversation, realisation dawning as Mor's words began to paint a vivid picture.

The topic of discussion? The first time they laid eyes on your beautiful wings.

𓇢𓆸

Mor, Feyre and Nesta.

It was one of Feyre’s first nights out since welcoming Nyx into the world; she’d been dying for a night off. Craving the simple joys of the company of her girlfriends. Sensing her desperation for a night to let loose, you, Mor, and Nesta had taken it upon yourselves to orchestrate the perfect girls night out for your High Lady.

The night quickly unfolded into a flurry of laughter and dancing. Drinks were spilled, songs were sung. Rita’s being your chosen sanctuary for the night. You all let yourselves get lost in the music and infectious energy of the bar. Drinks were flowing freely, and the hours quickly slipped away like grains of sand in an hourglass.

It wasn’t until the sun had started to rise again that you all quickly realised you needed to get home. You’re not sure how in their drunken states, but Mor and Feyre had successfully managed to winnow you all back to River House, all collapsing in a giggling heap in the foyer.

A fit of laughter overtook the group as you stumbled and pushed, trying to untangle yourselves from one another. You managed to push yourself onto unsteady feet, only to trip over Nesta’s dress and stumble back onto Mor. With your balance faltering, a shimmer of magic danced through the air as your wings burst forth, a kaleidoscope of iridescent pink hues unfurling into the air. Your wings, delicate and light, burst with specs of fairy dust that glowed around you.

The room fell silent, the trio frozen in awe at the sight before them. Then, like a spell breaking, laughter bubbled forth, filling the space with joyous echoes. Mor's eyes sparkled with delight as she pulled you into an embrace, Feyre's lips curled into a grin, and even Nesta couldn't help but crack a smile.

"You sneaky thing," Mor teased, reaching out to brush her fingers against the delicate wings "Keeping such beauty hidden away."

“I bet Azriel loves keeping this side of you to himself,” Nesta purred, her voice laced with mischief as something provocative glinted in her eyes.

You responded with a playful stick-out of your tongue at Nesta, before turning your attention to Mor and Feyre, who were now a pair of mesmerised females, giggling like children as they reached out to touch this new part of their friend they had never seen before.

They had always known you had wings, from the type of fae you were, but you had always kept them hidden and they never dared to ask for you to reveal them.

"Hands off!" you exclaimed, your voice a blend of amusement and mock outrage as you swatted and smacked at their approaching fingers, the sound of laughter echoing through the halls.

Of course, they respectfully obeyed your wishes, but there was a warmth that filled their chests as you all stumbled arms wrapped around one another through the house, enjoying a new part of their friend that had been revealed.

𓇢𓆸

Cassian.

Cassian's mischievous streak knew no bounds, especially when it came to playing pranks on you. He found something undeniably endearing about your reactions, and there was a certain satisfaction when he knew these teasing antics could also annoy Azriel too.

On this particular day, you were busy in the kitchen, practising a cake recipe that Elain had shared with you. Determined to make the perfect cake for Azriel's upcoming birthday, you meticulously measured ingredients, oblivious to the looming presence of your giant friend.

Cassian's eyes twinkled with mischief as he saw his chance to play. With careful grace, he approached, holding his breath before unleashing his voice.

"BOO!" His voice boomed across the room, his figure looming over you with a triumphant grin.

Startled, you spun around in a flurry of flour, heart racing in your chest at the sudden noise. And then, in a moment of surprise, your magic wavered, and your wings unfurled in a burst of ethereal light.

The room fell silent as Cassian's eyes widened in disbelief, laughter fading into awe at the sight before him. "What in the Cauldron," he breathed, barely a whisper, his finger pointing at the delicate appendage. "What are those?"

You fluttered your wings away, annoyance evident in your voice as you retaliated with a playful toss of flour in his direction. "Cassian!" you exclaimed.

"YOU HAVE WINGS!" Cassian's excitement was palpable, his grin spreading from ear to ear.

"Of course I have wings, I'm a fairy," you retorted, arms outstretched in exasperation.

“AZRIEL…YOUR MATE HAS WINGS” he screamed knowing his vibrating voice would find his brother.

Azriel materialised from the shadows, concern evident in his eyes as he approached, brushing away the flour that had settled on your face. His expression shifted to admiration as he took in the sight of your wings shimmering behind you.

"Stop tormenting my mate, Cass," Azriel scolded gently, his protective instincts kicking in as he pulled you into a soft embrace, his lips pressing to the top of your head.

"She has wings!" Cassian exclaimed once more, disbelief colouring his tone. There was a touch of annoyance, as he realised he may have been the only one to not know this about you.

Cassian, like a moth attracted to a light, reached his giant hand out again wanting to get close to the wings that were so unlike his own.

"No touching" Azriel growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. Cassian withdrew his hand, a hint of disappointment flickering across his features as he chewed his lip in an attempt to avoid pouting.

"So does this mean... we can go flying together?" Cassian asked as the revelation came to his mind, excitement bubbling in his voice.

Your brow quirked slightly, a playful glint dancing in your eyes as a small smirk tugged at your lips. Cassian watched you carefully, anticipation written across his features, while Azriel pulled away knowingly.

You nodded slowly, a challenge evident in your gaze. "I’ll race ya," you declared, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

With that, you pushed past Cassian and darted out of the room, your wings fluttering gracefully as you made your way to the nearest balcony. Without hesitation, you leaped off the edge and into the open air, the wind rushing past you as you soared into the night sky.

Cassian was quick to follow, a grin spreading across his face as he embraced the exhilarating freedom of flight. And not far behind him, Azriel joined the fray, his own wings beating with a steady rhythm as he soared through the air.

Together, you three took to the skies, weaving and darting through the night sky.

𓇢𓆸

Rhys and Nyx.

“And stretch them out…That’s it my boy” Rhys spoke proudly as he watched his son in front of him stretch and extend his wings.

You had found yourself in the company of one of Rhys’ flying lessons, nestled on one of the chaise lounges on the balcony, a book in hand as you half-read, half-watched your High Lord teaching his son how to use his wings.

Nyx, though perhaps still a little too young to fly, was eager to learn. So desperate to be like his father and uncles. With Rhys' guidance, he tentatively stretched out his wings, mimicking his father's movements under the watchful gaze of the night sky.

Rhys, a picture of fatherly pride, stood by Nyx's side, his attention unwavering—until a sudden commotion from inside drew his focus for just a fleeting moment. In that brief lapse of attention, the sudden gust of wind caught Nyx and his perfectly poised wings off guard, sending him teetering towards the edge, a gasp escaping his lips.

Instinct surged through you like a bolt of lightning as your wings burst forth in a flurry of motion, carrying you across the expanse with a grace honed over centuries. With swift precision, you swooped in, catching Nyx in your embrace just as he hovered on the brink of danger.

Wide-eyed and breathless, Nyx looked up at you in awe, his innocent admiration pulling at the strings of your heart. "Pwetty," he murmured, his wonder mirrored in the glow of your own wings, illuminated by the moonlight.

You wasted no time in safely landing back onto the balcony, Rhys rushing to your side with bewilderment and shock etched on his features as a torrent of thank-yous spilled from his lips.

As Nyx pawed at your wings, you carefully fluttered them away from his reach, mindful of their delicate nature. Rhys, after the scare of what had just happened, or almost happened. Took a moment to truly appreciate the sight of your wings— beautiful and light, shimmering a pink glow that was a stark contrast to his own.

His relief was short-lived, however, as it became apparent that Feyre had witnessed the entire ordeal. With a swift scolding, she whisked Nyx from your arms, sending you a silent 'thank you' before retreating inside, cradling her son protectively.

"No flying lessons with Daddy from now on," Feyre scolded directly at her mate before she cooed at her son again. "What would we have done if Auntie Y/N hadn't been here?" she mused aloud, her words lingering in the night air.

Rhys glanced over at you, questions swirling in his head at how you had so quickly been there to rescue their son from danger.

"They may be more delicate than your wings, but I am quicker, swifter, and more agile than you big Illyrian babies will ever be," you teased lightly, your words carrying a hint of playfulness.

"Thank the Cauldron you are," Rhys breathed with a soft smile, his eyes reflecting the depths of his gratitude. You gently patted his shoulder before ushering him inside.

𓇢𓆸

Azriel.

“Gods you are beautiful” Azriel groaned, sweat beading down his temple as he looked at you. Your own eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as you continued to ride your mate.

You had both finally and officially accepted the mating bond, preparing Azriel’s favourite meal as a gesture of your acceptance. He had eagerly devoured the food, the golden thread connecting you both deeper and stronger than you ever thought possible.

You had felt his emotion rippling towards you that night. There was a sense of overwhelming gratitude, a deep-seated appreciation for finally having someone who understood him in ways no one else ever could. There was a feeling of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, knowing that he had found someone who truly accepted him for who he was.

But above all, there was a profound sense of belonging—a feeling of being chosen, not just as a lover, but as a partner, a confidant, a soulmate.

As the night progressed, things escalated quickly. Your bodies entwined in a passionate frenzy. Finally, after months of yearning and longing, you found yourselves in each other's arms.

You straddled him, your breasts flushed against his hard chest, in an unbreakable embrace as his hands tightly gripped your lower back, moving with you as you rode out a dance of pleasure. His large wings stretched behind him, twitching slightly as a sign of his impending release.

"You feel so perfect, angel," he purred against your neck, peppering it with soft kisses before pulling away to watch your face.

Your features were contorted in a mix of pleasure and desire, moans escaping from your lips as you steadily climbed towards climax. His rhythm became deeper and more intense, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Azriel..." you moaned out his name, throwing your head back and arching your body as ecstasy coursed through you.

“That’s it my love, that’s it…”

Azriel’s words got stuck in this throat as he watched you reach the peak of bliss, the air around you suddenly seemed to shimmer and a soft ethereal light enveloped your beings. Azriel's eyes widened in awe at the magnificent sight before him. Glowing iridescent wings sprouted from your back, their delicate pink hues dancing in the dim light of your chamber. They fluttered gently, casting a mesmerising glow that bathed both of you in a radiant aura of magic.

Filled with wonder and awe, he was sent over the edge, his own release filling you as he held the most ethereal being in his arms.

"So beautiful..." Azriel breathed out, almost in disbelief as he couldn't fathom how you could be any more breathtaking than you already were.

Your wings twitched and fluttered as you rode out the waves of pleasure, the intensity of the moment slowly subsiding as you rested your forehead against Azriel's, your breaths mingling in the intimate space between you. A blush crept across your cheeks as you realised what you had just revealed to him in your most vulnerable and intimate moment. The soft glow of your wings gradually settled, the dust they had created floating gently around the room like stardust.

"Azriel... I..." you began, your voice barely a whisper, emotions swirling within you like a tempest.

But before you could find the words to express the depth of your feelings, Azriel's firm yet gentle voice cut through the air, his eyes flickering with warmth and adoration as he spoke.

"Let me say it first," he insisted, his arms tightening around you in a comforting embrace. "You are my guiding light in the darkness, my entire soul's devotion...I..- I love you."

Your wings, now settled and slightly slumped with the weight of the moment, trembled at his words, the warmth in your chest swelling with each syllable he uttered. Tears welled in your eyes, reflecting the tear that had already spilled from Azriel's.

"I love you, Azriel," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I am yours forever, in this life and the next."

Your lips found one another again, bodies and souls intertwining under the soft glow of your wings.

𓇢𓆸

As your friends reminisced about the first time they saw your wings, Azriel, ever the gentleman, only vaguely danced around his recollection. He shared that it had been when you accepted the mating bond for him. The vague blush that covered your cheeks was enough to dissuade further inquiry from your friends.

"Am I the only one who didn't realise you had wings?" Cassian asked incredulously, only to be met with a pillow thrown by Mor.

"You really need to brush up on your Fae race history and anatomy if you didn’t know she had wings" she teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"I can’t believe it all had to be so dramatic though," Amren remarked. "I simply asked her to show me the first week we met, and she obliged."

You smiled nervously at Amren's confession, feeling the weight of your friends' stares.

"So you're saying we could have just asked all this time?" Feyre exclaimed.

You chuckled sheepishly. "I only hide them because they’re delicate... and you guys can be, well…"

"We can be what?" Mor's gaze teased as she leaned in closer.

Instinctively, you moved closer to Azriel for protection, but he seemed to find humour in the situation.

"Clumsy... not always spatially aware," you admitted with a sheepish grin.

"Is that so?" Cassian drawled, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced at Mor.

"Show us your wings then," Nesta declared bluntly, slightly frustrated that Amren had gotten one up on her by simply asking you.

"No," you replied firmly, not wanting to suddenly bend to their will.

Cassian and Mor exchanged a knowing look, a mischievous plan forming between them. Without warning, they both lunged at you, their playful attack catching you off guard.

You cried out for Azriel's help, but to your dismay, he seemed to be thoroughly entertained by the spectacle unfolding before him. Cassian's firm grip on your wrists pulled you closer to him, while Mor's embrace from behind left you feeling both trapped and ticklish.

"Not spatially aware, huh?" Mor teased, her fingers jabbing playfully at your waist, eliciting a cascade of laughter from you.

Your please for assistance only seemed to amuse Azriel further, his smirk betraying the mischief dancing in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he chuckled, his voice laced with mirth. “But the outcome of this is one you know I love seeing.”

Your friends playful assault only continued, your giggles filling the room. And in the midst of it all, your wings unfurled, revealing the delicate, pink membranes that had been the topic of conversation for the past hour.

They fluttered from your back, casting a glowing aura across the room and around you. They resembled delicate petals kissed by the soft hues of dawn, shimmering an iridescent pink that mesmerised anyone who laid eyes on them.

“There she is…” Azriel murmered under his breath. A fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He could feel the pride filling his chest as he watched you, gazing at your beautiful wings in all their ethereal glory.

But it wasn’t just your mate gazing at your with love.

No, your family found themselves grinning ear to ear, looking at you with admiration as they watched you glow.

A glow they were forever grateful for.

a/n: not really my best work, but just some loveliness for you all to read! It was an idea I came up with that I instantly dumped on @illyrianbitch (as I always do) and she thought it was a sweet enough idea to write, so here it isssss!! Enjoy my loves <3

Hopefully will resume series writing soon - Lottie x

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turtledovenycx · 7 months

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Work Pressure (B.C)

🎧The Neighbourhood - Sweater Weather

“No, you don’t understand,” he said his cool fingers finding your warm skin and raising goosebumps. “I missed you, I missed being close to you.”

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧

𝐭𝐚𝐠: 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧! , 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭🔞

𝐖.𝐂 𝟑.𝟐𝐤

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲), 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐨𝐛, (𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯) 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭), 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐍𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱. (𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐭𝐡𝐧.)

Soft tunes could be heard despite Chan wearing headphones. It was past working hours at the JYPE building, the only people left putting in some extra hours of practice, production, or the cleaning crew for the night. Worried your boyfriend would skip his dinner for the nth time you had shown up with dishes from his favorite place - you reckoned he deserved a treat after working so hard for days.

After the man was well-fed and rested his eyes with a power nap on your lap he wanted to get back to work.

“Is it gonna take long baby?” you had asked, settling down on the sofa, his jacket as blanket knowing you might be in for a long night.

“An hour or so love…. I’m sorry but I have to finish this.”

“It's okay, I might do some work too later but I’ll just chill here if that’s alright.”

“Don’t wanna go home?” he asked getting up from your lap, leaning to kiss you before he adjusted his jacket on you.

“I’ll be alone,” you said he kissed your forehead before going back to his system, sitting down he glanced at you once before putting his headphones on partially covering one ear in case you needed something.

It has been two hours almost, you had fallen asleep in the initial 45 minutes waking to see Chan slumped over, his shoulders looking like they hurt, staring at his computer as the lines kept moving, the glare from the screen painted his face in blues. The only source of light was from his desktop. Chan had barely moved from that position except to turn the lights off to let you sleep, and you felt bad.

He did not register you getting off the couch and stretching, so he was startled when you touched his shoulder. His palms fly to overlap yours,

“You scared me,” he said taking the headphones off, neck resting on the headrest as he looked up at you.

“It's been two hours.” you reminded him running your fingers through his curls before massaging his forehead and temples. Chan hummed the throbbing pain in his head subsiding from your fingers. You massaged his head, his sinuses finally working your way to the knot on his neck his head fell forward a groan falling out of his lips.

“How about we stop? Hmm?” you asked as he pulled you to stand in front of him, your hands still on his shoulders.

“I need to get this done.” he sadly voiced head leaning forward to rest on your tummy as you ran your fingers through his hair he hugged your lower half sighing. This week was tough there was too much to do. Chan just wanted to sleep without worrying in his bed in the arms of his girlfriend.

A few frustrated tears left his eyes and your eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“Baby?” you asked holding his face, he closed his eyes not willing to see you yet, but his actions were contradictory as he pulled you into his lap. A gasp left you but you recovered, palms holding his face as he cried. Salty tears stained your necks and shoulders as Chan let out quiet sobs.

You just let him cry, he needed it but it broke you to see him hurt. This man carried his job and responsibilities on his broad shoulder but wore his heart on his sleeves.

“I...I am so sorry. I’m sorry…. Sorry.” he repeated and you were beyond confused, slowly you coaxed his face from your neck to look at you, his eyes opened.

“Why are you apologising?” you asked wiping off his tears and cradling his face, he sniffed and you grabbed a tissue for him. After he caught his breath you kissed his forehead, his red nose his cheeks his eyes. The dark eye bags were prominent and you hoped your kisses would ease his fatigue.

“Don’t say sorry baby. Talk to me,” you asked holding his face as he wrapped his hands around your waist.

“I’m such a shitty boyfriend. I can’t even finish one track and I’m scared. I’m letting the team down.” His eyes were downcast as he spoke.

“What no..” you tried but he shook his head.

“It’s too much, I can’t make it past this one verse. Nothing is perfect, and I was too harsh on Jisung today. He got so mad and left. I’m tired y/n. And I’m troubling you.”

“Wait, troubling me?”

He nodded opting to hide his face in your neck, “You're alone at home, you are sleeping on my studio couch you deserve better baby. I’m so so-”

“Don't you dare say sorry again Bang Christopher Chan ” you unintentionally raised your voice. At the mention of his full name, he stiffened.

“I know it's been a tough week for you. But don't for a second think that you have been anything but the best boyfriend. Channie, you are tired and you’re frustrated and you made some mistakes. But you are still trying and putting in the work. You have a lot on your mind and you just need a break baby.”

“But I-”

“Ssh…. all of you are tired and overworked. It's probably why Jisung reacted that way, he still loves his Channie hyung. He is the one who texted me telling me you had a bad day that's why I came to cheer you up, I fell asleep because I had an early start today that’s all.”

He hummed hugging you as you spoke in hushed whispers.

“Chris, baby I need you to know something. Yes, I am alone at home on some days and it does hurt me but I will never hold that against you, I love you and your work. I’m so proud of you baby you still work like a dog even after reaching so many people with your music, you’re consistent, hard-working, and fucking dedicated. I love that about you, don’t ever think that you are a burden to me. I would gladly spend days on this couch if it means I can spend my time with you. I’m worried I might disturb you!"

“No, no you made my day,” he said wiping tears.

“Then you have to believe that seeing you makes my day too. Even if I have to sleep on a couch. I don't mind it I love sleeping on the couch it's so comfy actually. Oof that Spotify dust-covered pillow don’t you just love the smell of dust,” you joked hoping to get a smile out of him. It did, his tired face broke into a smile, a small laugh escaping his lips.

“So don’t you ever tell nonsense like that, tell that stupid voice in your brains to shush. You are doing so well. I’m really proud of you.”

“I love you.” he breathes into your neck.

“I love you,” you emphasize with a kiss on his cheek. Then without stopping, you placed loud kisses around his face, mwah mwah mwah!

He giggled before begging you to stop 'okay okay okay... Okay, stop.' You pulled away to look at him, worn out he was still so handsome and you missed this, you missed him so much. Chan did too which he expressed by pulling you in for a long kiss. His lips were dry, you wet with your saliva as they moulded with each other, you held his face leading the kiss palm holding his cheeks. He lazily licked your lips before you parted yours to let his wet muscle into your mouth. The kiss was heating up, softly still. He detached and reattached your mouths. Again and again and again and without thinking a small moan slipped passed his mouth.

“Sorry,” he gasped when you pulled away. You pulled his face back and bit his bottom lip it didn't hurt he felt a sharp sting. “What did I tell you about apologising Chris?” you questioned hands gripping his hair and pulling his head back

“Mm.” he groaned as your lips found the column of his neck. “Don’t apologies.” you say as you bite his neck.

“I miss you,” Chan said tongue tracing behind your ear before his teeth grazed it, drawing a whimper out of you. “I miss you too,” you say his hand began to wander further, from your shoulders to your waist as they raised the hem of your sweater wanting to feel your skin slipping his big palms in.

“No, you don’t understand,” he said his cool fingers finding your warm skin and raising goosebumps.

“I missed you, I missed being close to you.”

“Haa..ah Chriss.’ you whined as he traced along your back simultaneously creating love bites.

“Me too,” you whispered lips finding his. Your sweater moved up as it got lodged on his forearms. This kiss was less comforting, it was more of an ‘I miss you’ passionate kiss, he held your hair to angle your head to his liking, you melting at the touch as his tongue traced patterns in your mouth.

“Mm I want you princess..” he whispered onto your lips as his hands adjusted your thighs so that you were properly straddling his lap, you could feel his hardening cock through his pants.

“Here?” you questioned, both of you satisfying each other regardless of the time and place was not something foreign but in his company where someone might walk in, it was unprofessional and would cause a lot of problems for him.

“Please.” he pleaded, his hands now under your outfit palms inching towards your breast

“Please…” he emphasized as he squeezed your breasts over your bra, being touch starved you let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

“Someone might hear us..” you say hands in his hair as he begins to grind up into you.

“Recording room,” he said breaking the kiss as the two of you looked at the overly huge sunglass thingy inside the soundproofed room with a glass window. You looked back at Chan who looked like he would almost cry- for different reasons this time.

“Fuck.. okay.” you had barely finished speaking when Chan rose from the chair holding you.

“Chri-is” you gasp as he hiked you higher holding your thighs and plush lips sucking where your neck meets your shoulder you moved your head away inviting him to kiss and bite more.

Somehow, he managed to open the door and plop you down before he turned to close it, propping a chair on the knob. It was dark as none of you bothered to turn the lights on. Chan reached for the switch but you stopped him.

“No lights please,” you begged kissing his swollen lips before moving down his neck careful not to mark his skin for PR reasons.

“But, I want to see yo- ah” he moaned as you began to palm his dick.

His mind blanked completely forgetting about the light switch as his back hit the wall. You dropped to your knees in front of him working on the ties of his sweatpants before pulling them down to release his aching dick. He was fully hard now, the shaft hot and heavy as you held him in your palms, stroking softly. Chan was groaning, sensitive from not being released in days. His fingers found their way into your hair as you placed soft kisses and licks from his tip to his balls.

“Mmph.. baby. I-” his sentence cut off as you took his tip into your mouth, tongue licking over his slit tasting his precum. You sucked diligently on his tip for a few seconds. Chan moaned as you forced yourself to take more of him into your mouth. Pulling away to catch a breath before pushing yourself to accommodate his length. You gagged tears spring to your eyes as you felt him graze the skin at the back of your mouth.

“Ah …. Ah… ah” Chan was a mess, fingers holding onto your ponytail as he slowly fucked your face. You began bobbing your head up and down and he tightened his grip on your head all politeness leaving him as he was desperate to finish. Your jaw began to hurt but he deserved a release so you hollowed your cheeks, past the sting as you sucked him dry. He came with a broken moan, his release hitting the back of your throat. You pulled off his dick and swallowed the mess to which he tsked.

“Baby… you didn’t have to swallow,” he said between gasps. “It's okay I wanted to.” he helped you onto your feet, attacking your mouth he could taste himself on your tongue. He groaned at the flavour and his hands once again found the skin of your back, unclasping your bra. You gripped at his black t-shirt as he made work of your sweater, removing it and throwing it on the floor.

Your bra unhooked but Chan did not even bother removing it before he placed his lips on your right nipple, he was on his knees now one hand kneading your breast as he sucked on the other one.

“Aah, Chris… Channie..” you kept crying as soft as you could as he bit and marked the skin of your breast, fingers unzipping your shorts and feeling their way to your mound.

Your knees buckled and Chan pulled you onto his lap once again, he sat on his knees your thighs straddling his once again. He could feel your wetness through your panties as his fingers pushed them to the side to touch you. He palmed your pussy before playing with your clit, you jerking at that, he had to hold you down. You could not keep quiet biting the back of your palm as Chan’s fingers entered your hole. You tried to pull away his hands and mouth everywhere at once but Chan roughly pulled you into him.

“Don’t. Pull. Away” he said fingers moving at an awkward angle. He looked over your shoulders to see your clothes on the floor stopping his fingers. He pulled away and placed you on the floor delicately before moving to move your sweater and removing his shirt to make a makeshift blanket on the floor. Though it was carpeted. He picked you up before gently placing you down on top of the garments.

He plopped himself between your legs, throwing your shorts beneath the two of you. Lips finding each other. Moans and whimpers echoed in the room as you held onto each other tighter desperately grinding against one another. He gripped his cock out from its confines and tore open a condom, the only cloth left on his body was his sweats. After sheathing himself he slowly traced your pussy lips.

Your body jerked, “Channie please..”

“Please what pretty?” he teased your old chan slowly returning. You smiled before your mouth formed an o, hips stuttering as Chan spread your lips, grazing your clit with his member. He licked his fingers using them to wet your pussy thoroughly stimulating your wetness to produce in ample amounts. He slowly pushed in just the tip, a sigh leaving his lip.

“Aah..” your back rose from the floor as Chan slowly ground into you, ‘You felt so warm so so slippery fuck he had missed this so much.’

Your arms found solace behind his neck playing with the hair while Chan held his body weight on one arm, his other grabbing your face to kiss you dirty and deep, teeth clashing and spit exchanging. The sounds muffled as the two of you breathed into each other's mouths. He had begun to pull away to the tip before pushing back in. Repeating the action as your mind grew dumb. A loud moan broke through the room as he found a comfortable pace to thrust. Just then a beep was heard and the main door to the studio opened. Your eyes widened as Chan slapped his hand on your mouth. He stopped thrusting but grinded slowly not to lose the momentum. You both were huddled on the floor near the wall out of the vision line. But still your heart began to beat faster. The janitor was simply checking whether the studio had vacated, but he saw Chan’s bag and jacket in the room. After a few moments, he left thinking Chan had gone on break. Your whimpers were muffled by his hands as he breathed in relief at the sound of the door closing and locking automatically. His hip still moving slowly you felt his pubic bone rubbing against your clit with each jerk. Chan removed his hand to see you drool a bit

“See, I told you it was a bad id- Chris!” he snapped his hips fast you screamed but it was in a soundproof room. “Fuck baby, so wet for me.. aah I missed this... Missed-mph so much. Your cunt is so warm…. So warm.” he nudged your gooey spot and you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer. Chan now thrust into your hole, fast and deep licking his index and middle finger before bringing it to draw on your clitoris. He drew mindless shapes on the swollen bud as he groaned into the skin of your neck biting your shoulders. Because of all the movement, his pants too slipped off his frame near his feet.

Your nails dug into his skin as the two of you lost yourselves in each other. “Baby, I’m so close, are you? I wanna... Ah fuck.. I wanna cum with you..” he voiced breathing ragged as he kissed your plump lips.

You could only manage babbles “Yeah..ah.. So- bi..ig cha- aah”

He took your nipple into his mouth and your back arched pushing your breasts into his face.

“Chan.. Chris I’m I’m cumming..” you breathed words cut off by moans.

“God... fuck princess me too.” as the second orgasm for Chan washed over that night you moaned carelessly knowing well only he could hear it. He jerked his hips a few times before emptying completely into the rubber and falling onto your body. His whole weight felt comforting to you, like a heavy warm blanket. He was still inside you as the two of you caught your breath.

The source of light from his desktop had dimmed long ago but the window was open and soft moonlight made your vision visible. Chan moved his body to hover over yours again. You were still in a blissed-out state.

“You okay?” he asked softly pulling out, his nose nudging your face before he placed a soft kiss on your jaw.

“I’m okay.” you say taking his face in your hands again, “you?”

“I’m better, sweetheart. I needed this,” he says, kissing you once more before getting off the floor. Chan disposed of the condom and checked whether the coast was clear before moving the chair blocking the door. Tightening his pants he walked out of the recording room shirtless and rummaged around his table. You sat up once he returned with a tissue box and some water.

“Thank you.” you finish gulping the water before moving onto your feet. Your sweater was stained with your release Chris apologetically handed it to you. You did not mind reassuring him with a peck on his cheek and grabbing the rest of your innerwear and putting them on. Thankfully your shorts and his T-shirt were clean.

Stepping out of the record room he turned on the dim light, you grabbed his jacket to cover your upper body, the outfit big for your frame. Chan clad in his t-shirt hugs you from behind as you are zipping it up.

You looked at him to kiss his cheek.

“Let’s go home,” you say placing your hands on his.

“I have to finish this babe.” he calmly said. Before you could protest your boyfriend lifted you off the ground and he sat back down on his chair you on his thighs.

“Don't worry, I’ll just record a sample and we can go. I’ll do the rest with Jisung soon.” he did, and you applauded his stamina with a kiss before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He worked on with you sleeping peacefully in his lap even when he sang into the mic. His mind felt clearer and he finished the job within an hour.

“Done,” he said looking down to see you fast asleep, gripping onto his t-shirt. He checked his phone after packing his things into his bag on the ground still not waking you up.

There were notifications from Han which read, ‘Hyung, I’m sorry. I’ll work harder tomorrow. Fried chicken on me?’ he felt the last of his worries vanish knowing that the younger was not mad at him. He shot a quick reply with lots of hearts and gently woke you up.

“Baby? Let’s go home.”

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A/N: What would I give to love this man like this. Hope you enjoy this

tags 🏷️: @comet-falls

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thecosmiccrow · 1 month

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surielstea · 29 days

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Schools Out!

Based on this request.

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Azriel and reader are in charge of picking Nyx up from school, but Az doesn’t like the way the teacher looks at his mate.

Warnings: innuendo of having kids

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The final bell rang and children flooded from the brightly painted doors with wide grins on their faces as they lugged on their backpacks.

I stood beside a looming Azriel with a bright smile on my face as I waited for Nyx to exit the classroom. Feyre and Rhys had an emergency shipment at the art studio they needed to tend to and I was quick to jump at the opportunity to pick the young boy up from class.

Azriel— who has slowly become my personal shadow, goes wherever I go, so I wasn't surprised when he grabbed my wrist and led me to the front door without so much as a word.

A head of blue-black hair comes bounding out of the classroom. His sky-blue backpack hangs halfway off his shoulders as he talks to his teacher, looking up at the male as he clung to his hand.

Kids quickly found their parents but Nyx seemed too intrigued with his teacher to notice Azriel or I waiting.

People stared, perhaps it was Azriel's shadows swishing around us protectively or his large black wings, not many knew of the Illyrians and only about their reputations, I didn't blame them for staring, I wouldn't want the Illyrians near my kid's school either— but none of their eyes were on him, but rather on me.

Azriel's scarred hand snaked around my waist protectively and I smiled at the sentiment, my hand coming to his in an act to soothe him.

Nyx's eyes snag on us and his expression brightens. "Auntie! Uncle Az!" He rushes towards us, practically flying into my arms with a flap of his growing wings. "What are you doing here?" The boy asks excitedly. "Your parents are busy so we're here to pick you up," Azriel says, while I adjust him in my arms. "And, we might stop at the ice cream shop on our way home," I add, eyes flicking to Azriel with a mischievous grin, pinching my bottom lip between my teeth as Nyx's pupils practically morph into hearts.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," An unfamiliar voice sounds and my head whips up to see a tall male with a polite smile and finger-paint stains on his grey button-up. "Mr. Lockwood!" Nyx exclaims as if he hadn't just been with the teacher. "Hi Nyx," The male smiles at the boy, then looks back to me. "Nyx talks highly of you," A smirk curves his lips as his eyes linger all over me. Azriel's arm tightens protectively around me. "The both of you." The blonde corrects and I scoff a laugh, waving him off. "He does the same for you." I smile at him, setting Nyx down on his feet, his hand going into mine. "Always going on about Mr. Lockwood, you seem to make his day." I muse and Azriel's hand leaves my waist in order to pick a wanting Nyx up. "Please, call me Ezra." He presses a hand to his chest humbly and my brows raise a fraction.

I can practically feel Azriel tense beside me at the rushed familiarity. I bring my hand up to his bicep reassuringly as I continue my conversation with Nyx's favorite teacher.

"Right, Ezra," I smile politely at him, dragging my hand down Azriel's arm until reaching his hand where I intertwine our fingers. The teacher looks at our hands, at Azriel's scars I realize, watching as he swallows a lump in his throat. I bristle at the act, wondering what's so wrong with my mate's hands.

"Oh—" He catches the glare I'm subconsciously giving him and pulls a clipboard that was tucked beneath his arm.

"I just need you to sign here before you leave since you're not one of Nyx's biological parents." He holds the paper towards me. I skim through the fine details, the form essentially saying that Nyx's parents had consented to Az and me taking their child home.

I spotted the blank section at the bottom that I had to sign. "I'm sorry, I don't have a pen." I pad my pockets but find them empty.

Mr. Lockwood reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a red pen, but before I can take it, shadows appear before me, holding a blue pen. I looked to Mr. Lockwood who was staring down at the shadows anxiously, like the dark tendrils might eat him alive— and if my hand wasn't in Azriel's the spymaster might've let them.

I choose to take the blue pen, pulling it from the dark tendrils with a grateful smile and they happily whisk away, down towards the ground where they pooled at my heels. Mr. Lockwood puts his pen back in his breast pocket with a slight drag in his movements, as if in defeat. I sign the space with a big looping signature then hand the pen back to my mate. "Thanks, Az," I hum, he simply nods and takes it from my hold. I turned back to the teacher who was staring at the both of us like he was beyond confused as to why we were together.

It was no secret Azriel and I were pure opposites. One could tell just by looking at my pink gowns and white skirts compared to his black leathers— but it went deeper than just our clothes. I was typically the center of attention when it came to social events while Azriel preferred to observe me. I was always talking his ear off while he just nodded and chimed in every now and again. So when we met strangers it was always a shock to them when they found out we were mates.

"All done here?" I tilt my head, knocking the blonde from his stupor. "Uh— yes." He tucks the clipboard back under his arm. "Perfect," I take Nyx's backpack and sling it over my shoulder. "We'll be seeing you." I smile while Azriel pulls me away. "Bye, Mr. Lockwood!" Nyx waves with a bright smile from over Azriel's shoulder.

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The walk to the Ice Cream parlor was brief, since Nyx's school was located in the Rainbow everything was only a short distance away, still, the entire way there Nyx raved on about his teacher. Much to Azriel's dismay.

"—And Mr. Lockwood gives us a cool sticker every time we get something right!" Nyx exclaims, skipping slightly as he tugs on my hand. "Would you rather have a sticker or ice cream?" Azriel says and I toss the jealous male a knowing glare. "Oh ice cream for sure," Nyx licks his lips excitedly. "That's what I thought." Azriel mumbles and I playfully smack his shoulder with my freehand.

"Can I please get a chocolate cone, Auntie?" Nyx asks, ignoring his snarky uncle. A smile pulls at my lips. "I don't see why not?" I hum and a grin showing all his teeth blessed his expression. "Maybe I'll get one too." I wink at the boy as we reach the shop, Azriel opening the door for the both of us. The worker behind the counter smiles at us in a greeting and I return it.

"What flavor are you gonna get?" I ask the kindergartner. "I can't see," He says, standing on his tiptoes and attempting to peer over the edge of the glass. Without a word, Azriel swoops him up and props the boy on his hip.

"Ooh, that one," Nyx exclaims, pointing to a brightly colored tub. "I remember I had that kind with Uncle Cass before and it was so good," Nyx licked his lips as if he could still taste it. I shake my head with a growing grin and approach the counter, the silver-haired fae smiling softly at the three of us.

I order for all of us, making sure to get a chocolate cone for Nyx, per his request. The woman repeats my order back and I nod. "Your total is nine gold marks," She hums, but before I can shuffle through my coin purse Azriel puts down the money due and I look up at him. I slip my hand into his in gratitude as the cashier scoops the ice cream into the cones.

When she hands Nyx the chocolate cone he nearly runs laps around the shop, but in fear of his cold treat melting he instead licks up the side, the scoop seeming as big as his head. "You three are such a lovely family," The female smiles as she hands me my cone. "Oh, he's not—" I begin. "Thank you." Azriel interrupts before tugging my hand towards the door. "Have a nice day!" I wave to the worker. "You too!" She mirrors my expression. "Bye!" Nyx waves carefully, cautious of his ice cream toppling over. She waves back before the door to the parlor opens and we exit, the bell chiming behind us as Azriel guides me down the sidewalk, Nyx still in his arms.

I wrapped my arms around his free one, suddenly overwhelmed by some type of baby-fever. Watching the feared shadow singer be so innocent with Nyx made me want a child of our own. How I'd kill for a kid that looks just like him, hoping our child has his eyes— or better yet, his smile. I push the thoughts away as a pink tinge comes to my cheeks, I lean against his bicep as we walk side by side, enjoying our ice cream on the hot day.

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utterlyotterlyx · 2 months

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When I Met The Devil

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Part Two to When I Kissed The Teacher which you can read here.

Summary - Azriel adored everything about you, but there was still certain information that you were keeping from him. Azriel finds out exactly what you've been hiding thanks to a particularly unfortunate visit.

Warnings - mentions of sexual abuse and neglect, angst, mentions of trauma

It had been three months since Azriel had taken you on your first (of many) dates. Azriel had been so nervous, not sure where to take you that would be able to live up to your expectations, even Nyx had given him some ideas by babbling on about what made you smile in the classroom.

Apparently you loved nature, of course you did, you were from the Spring Court. So Azriel had packed up a picnic and taken you to a garden of wildflowers away from the city to watch the sunset and gaze at the stars. You had taken his breath away when you had opened the door to him, you had dressed in a loose fitting pale blue dress with white flowers embellished into the bodice, the sleeves hung off of your shoulders and your hair lay unbound down your back.

That day had been one of the best days of his life, he had gotten to know you beyond your profession and learnt so much about you, but the nagging feeling that you were omitting some truth tugged at him, but not enough for him to make a deal about it. Azriel had kissed you under the stars, he had run his fingers through your hair and kissed you so passionately that you swore the world had stopped moving just so it could watch you

Since then, you had been inseparable.

Azriel showed up at the school each day after that, sometimes in the morning at drop off or in the evening at pick up, sometimes both, and he always brought you flowers or chocolates or anything he could think of that would bring a smile to those lips. He would walk you home, but more often than not he would pull you inside the River House and force you to have dinner with them.

You never objected to his wishes, you enjoyed his hands on you far too much to say no.

Azriel was happy to take things slow with you, you were so gentle and pure, if you wanted to wait years to share a bed with him then he was okay with that. You were worth any wait.

One morning you had opened the door to the school, frowning slightly when you couldn't see Azriel or Feyre and Rhys with little Nyx waiting on the grass. They would have told you if Nyx wasn't well and needed to take the day off unless it was serious, but even then, Azriel still would have showed up on the grass with our without Nyx just to see you.

It plagued your mind all day, and you did your best to conceal your worry from the children and continue as normal, but when it came to home time and none of them were there, you knew something wasn't right.

You had locked the room up quickly and stopped by a healer to pick up some infant friendly tonics just in case Nyx needed anything, bundling the vials in your hands as you rushed down the winding streets of Velaris, allowing your feet to take you where you needed to go whilst your mind reeled with endless possibility.

Lifting the hem of your skirt as you ascended the steps of the River House, you completely missed the scent that haunted your nightmares, too frantic with worry to notice it curling around you like chains. Then you saw the back of his head, shoulder length blonde hair and broad shoulders, and then the scent hit you, one of Spring rain and lifeful earth, and you dropped the vials in your hands onto the floor, not even flinching when they broke and cut through your skin.

The thing in question turned his head to the side and sniffed, smirking with feral delight before he fully turned to you, and you saw nothing else but him and those eyes that had made you do things you didn't want to too many times, they were dark and honed in on their prey. His lips tilted upward and he rose to his feet, and you didn't hear anything anyone else was saying or commanding as he strode across the room and stopped right in front of you. You didn't dare look up, you couldn't, and then his fingers gripped your chin harshly and forced your gaze upward.

"I've been looking for you," the room held a collective breath, his shoes crunched down on the broken glass and the liquid parted under his weight.

You knew that they were all watching you, waiting for you to say something, you averted your gaze to Azriel who was on his feet, fists clenched and glowering at the male who dared to touch you, "Nyx didn't show up to school, I thought he was sick, I was bringing tonics."

Feyre rose to her feet beside Rhys, "It's okay, Y/N," her eyes were soft, she could feel your terror, they all could, and then it seemed like your secret and finally been released from the depths of your shame, "Let go of her, Tamlin."

Tamlin chuckled but didn't take his eyes off of you, he cocked his head to the side and breathed you in, "Don't tell me to take my hands off what is mine," his voice was dangerously low, possession had taken over every part of him and the wolf was coming out to play, "Isn't that right, fiancé?"

"I'm not your fiancé," tears bubbled at the corners of your eyes and Azriel saw how small Tamlin made you feel, your shoulders had curled inward, your entire body was preparing to protect itself against the male who held your head in his hands. You looked to Azriel then, "I ran. I couldn't do it," you blinked hard and your tears flowed down your cheeks.

"Just because you ran doesn't mean that the agreement is void, Flower," you cringed, you felt helpless in his grip, like all of the independence you had worked for was nothing but dust dancing in the breeze, "The Tithe has been particularly awful without you."

Azriel lost it then, he grabbed Tamlin by the shoulder and forced him round, the action making his hand jolt away from your face, and Azriel landed a sickening blow to the side of his face.

"This is not a battle you want to fight, Tamlin," Rhys stood beside Azriel who was panting with fury, he knew what the Tithe was, they all did, and the thought of Tamlin using your unwilling body as a vessel for his sickening ritual was enough to send Azriel into a blind rage.

Azriel bent down to Tamlin's level, noticing Feyre rush to your side as he did to comfort you, and growled, "Touch her again and it won't be a battle, Tamlin. It will be a war."

Tamlin had the gall to grin, "She's my fiancé, Shadowsinger. Not even you can get between that."

"No, but I can," Cassian grabbed Tamlin by the neck of his coat, hauling him to his feet in front of Rhys, "Y/N is a member of the Night Court, she is a cherished member of my family. She is not your mate, so you have no claim on her and you know it. Now, leave my city before I cut your head from your shoulders and leave Spring lordless."

Knowing he wouldn't win on Night Court soil, Tamlin scoffed and headed for the door, not before stopping at your side and letting his gaze roam your figure, "They can't watch you forever. I'll see you soon, Flower."

Then he left.

And you stood standing in Feyre's arms pale and frozen, looking at the broken glass on the floor and shaking your head, "I have to go," you announced, peeling yourself out of Feyre's embrace and feeling like a completely awful friend to her, "I'm sorry."

"Y/N.."

You couldn't stick around and listen to her call your name, you couldn't stay there and witness Azriel looking at you like a stranger. So you ran. You ran all the way home, you didn't stop for a single moment until you closed the door behind you and slid down the wood, bursting into chest wrecking sobs.

If anyone would know who you were, it would be Lucien Vanserra, he was Tamlin's friend after all.

The red haired male found himself dragged before the Inner Circle by Elain, a thing he detested, he had just returned from the human realm and wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up with his mate, sitting in front of them was something he wanted to be rid of and fast.

"What do you know about Y/N? She came from the Spring Court," Lucien's eyes widened in saddening alarm at Feyre's question, he looked about the room as if you'd pop out from a corner at any given second.

"She's here?" Feyre nodded, "How is she?"

The question took them by surprise, and confirmed what they already knew, that you certainly we no double agent, but they had to know your story, it was a matter of protecting you, "She could be better. Tamlin was here."

Lucien's eyes darkened into molten lava pools and his nostrils flared, "Did he see her?" the silence confirmed his own query and he looked deflated, his shoulder fell and sadness floated over his face, enough sadness that Elain had moved to his side and wrapped his hand in her own.

"We need to know everything," Rhys ordered, moving his gaze to Azriel who was itching to leave the house and go to you, but even he had to know what had happened.

The Autumn male sighed, feeling conflicted, not wanting to tell your story for you but knowing he had no choice, "Y/N belongs to a very powerful Spring Court family, her father wanted a direct line to Tamlin so offered up his eldest daughter, Y/N, for marriage. Her father was a prick, no doubt still is. He sold Y/N to Tamlin like she was worth nothing more than what she could breed. She tried so hard to put off marrying him, she wanted a long engagement so that she could get to know Tamlin but everyone knew she just wanted more time to find a way out. Then the Tithe came and even I couldn't stop him from taking her into that cave," Lucien looked to Feyre who knew Tamlin all too well to know that what he was saying was nothing but the truth.

"Each year after that first Tithe, he sought her out against her will, you could hear her crying bouncing off of the walls. I couldn't watch it anymore so I helped her escape, I gave her enough money to be able to travel the continent and never heard from her again. I just did all I could to throw him off, to keep him away from her. Y/N was the happiest person in Spring, everyone loved her so much, and Tamlin ruined her."

"Seems like a pattern," Feyre cleared her throat and settled into Rhys' warmth that had wrapped around her like a blanket. She felt horrible, she thought she had it bad, but at least Tamlin never took her against her will like he had done to you repeatedly.

"Feyre I don't want to compare, but you have to understand that what he did to you was not nearly as bad as what he did to her. He took her light away, he forced her into a darkness I've never seen before or seen since, the neglection was sickening, she would cry for days on end, she'd mourn the life she dreamed of. It was unbearable."

A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips, "She made it here though, I knew she'd find where she belonged in the end."

"Why didn't she tell me? I would have understood."

Rhys shushed his mate, he knew how much Feyre loved you, they all did, "Sometimes you don't want to talk about what others made you do," his mind drifted and eyes glazed over as he remembered his own story for a moment, the painful memories tugging at his heartstrings.

Rhys knew how it felt to be used against your own will, he knew how it felt to lie there each night and feel like a worthless pawn in someone else's game. He knew how it felt to work yourself into exhaustion trying to forget the terrors others had willingly inflicted on you.

If anyone could truly understand you, then it would be him. And there was no way he was going to let you lock yourself away and perish with shame when you had a family and life awaiting you.

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REMEMBER THAT NIGHT? — PERCY + DAUGHTER OF NYX

masterlist | rules

❝ I was wondering maybe u can write headcanons for percy with nyx daughter!reader where they're literally the same person personality wise and same sense of humor and sarcasm and same interests etc.. ❞ — 🪼

in which percy dates a daughter of nyx

pairing percy jackson x nyx!reader

warnings none!

on the radio . . . remember that night? (sara kays)

Your first proper introduction comes during Capture the Flag. Annabeth, one of the few children of the Olympians you spoke to, had asked you to play on her team

You usually didn’t play, seeing it as a game for the children of the Gods, not a demi-primordial such as yourself. However, after lots of begging (and agreeing to buy you the good chocolate from the outside world), Annabeth convinced you to join in

On the day, she quickly explained the rules to you then pulled you to the side, distress etched on her face as her head whipped around, clearly looking for someone

“Percy, you’re late! You almost ruined my plan,” she said, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him to where you were standing. The boy started rambling something about two hippocampi needing his help with their housing situation, giving the two of you a sheepish look until Annabeth interrupted him

“This is Y/N, daughter of Nyx. You’ll be working with her today,” Annabeth said, “the two of you will be stationed at our flag, which I put near the lake. Y/N, I’m gonna need you to use your powers to blind anyone who comes near our flag so that Percy can use the element of surprise to his advantage and spray them with water. Got it?” Before you could say anything, Annabeth ran off to be with her siblings, leaving you with the flag and Percy Jackson

It was really awkward at first. Percy walked circles around the flag while you played around with your shadow, making it turn into all sorts of shapes

You weren’t keeping track of how long the game had been going on for, but you were bored. You didn’t agree to play Capture the Flag just to stand around the flag with some random guy (even if he was really handsome)

Eventually, you were no longer interested in your shadow and decided to strike up a conversation with Percy, asking him about the hippocampi he mentioned earlier

“Well,” Percy began, cheeks turning pink as he realised how silly his story was, “these two hippocampi broke up, but neither of them wanna move out of the cove they’re living in, so I’ve been trying to find a cove just as nice that’ll hopefully convince one of them to move,” he finished, hoping you wouldn’t think he was weird

To his surprise, you started laughing, “so you’re their divorce attorney?” You managed to ask through fits of giggles, “that’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.”

Percy was relieved. He was so worried he’d embarrassed himself in front of a really beautiful girl, but you were actually amused!

People started showing up for the flag, but the two of you defended it like your life depended on it. You worked your magic, causing the area around the people from the opposite team to turn as black as the night, while Percy sent them away with a wave of water

Soon enough, you heard cheers erupt as Annabeth and everyone else from your team came running towards you with the other team’s flag. After celebrations took place, people started heading back to their cabins and various other activities, leaving you and Percy alone

You began to walk away, missing the comforting darkness of your cabin, when suddenly someone stopped you in your tracks, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder

“Hey, Y/N, I had a lot of fun playing Capture the Flag with you today,” Percy said, “you’re really cool and stuff… and I was wondering if, you know…”

“If we could hang out? Sure, Percy! I had a lot of fun with you too. Come to my cabin tomorrow!” You said, giving him a smile before leaving

Percy sighed. He meant to ask you out on a date.

He still showed up at your cabin. You didn’t specify a time, so he hoped first thing after breakfast was alright

(It was. He could’ve shown up at 3am and you would’ve been fine with it)

You started to get to know each other, realising with every passing minute how incredibly similar you were

Both of you spoke sarcasm like it was a second language, you both enjoyed rock music, skating, basketball, and of course, sea animals. Whatever Percy liked, there was a high chance you liked too, and vice versa (I had to look up Percy’s interests on reddit)

He began showing up at your cabin more often, and then you started showing up at his, and soon enough you became known as one package

You still weren’t dating though. You were both worried the other only saw you as a friend

One day, a half-asleep Percy was making his way to the dining pavilion (is that what it's called?) when he overheard your siblings talking

“She’s so in love with him!” One of them said to the other, giggling. Percy didn’t like to eavesdrop, but he couldn’t help himself. This could be about you, after all

The other nodded enthusiastically, “I think Percy’s in love with her too, they’re both just oblivious about it.” Okay, so it was definitely about you. You’re the only person Percy could ever be in love with

Grinning, he began to plan his confession

In the middle of the night, you heard knocking on the front door of your cabin. Exhausted, you dragged yourself away from the comfort of your bed to go and answer.

You were ready to berate whoever your visitor was, until you discovered it was none other than Percy. With a finger in front of his lips, he took your hand and walked you all to the beach

There, Percy finally deemed it safe for you to talk. He watched as you took in what was in front of you: a midnight picnic consisting of a blue tablecloth and a wide range of blue foods

“Perce, what is this?” You asked, unable to hold back the smile that was making its way onto your lips. This might’ve been the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you

“I wanted to stargaze today, and thought I should bring the expert with me,” he replied as you sat down, opening a bottle of blue coke and handing it to you

You looked up at the sky and marvelled at how clear it was that night, “I love the stars, they’re so pretty. They remind me of home,” you told him, mesmerised by the way they glimmered in your mother’s domain

“They are,” he said wistfully. Turning to him, you found that he had never been looking at the stars to begin with, but at you

According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves

Slowly, you and Percy inched closer and closer together. When you finally kissed, you felt reunited with your other half.

Now that my essay of a backstory is done, we can move onto the dating

You have midnight feasts all the time. Most of the time, you do them at his cabin, since he’s the only one there and you’re less likely to be caught by the harpies, but sometimes you do them at that spot at the beach (it’s been dubbed ‘Percy and Y/N’s spot’ by everyone at camp because Percy’s weirdly territorial over it)

Percy loves spending time at your cabin too. Specifically spending time with your siblings. Being the children of night, you can easily camouflage yourselves within the night and shadows, which means you can eavesdrop on whoever you want

Therefore, your siblings know EVERYTHING and Percy loves hearing about it all

He used to be scared of the dark, as it meant losing an important sense, but you showed him all the beautiful parts of it. Now, the dark feels like a warm blanket reminding him of home (you) <3

He still has nightmares though, and waking up to a pitch black room after a nightmare isn’t the best feeling, so one day, you help him out

You woke with a start as you felt Percy shift next to you, clearly trying to process the nightmare he just had. Pouting, you felt your heart ache at his pain. He deserved a good night’s rest

You put your hands together and began to make a ball of light, illuminating the room. Now, you could see the unshed tears in Percy's eyes

“What is this?” He asked, reaching his hand out to touch it. You let go, giving it to him

“Your own star, for when I’m not here. It’s like a night-light. You turn it off by tapping it.” Percy let go of the star, opting to hold you instead

Kissing the top of your head, he mumbled “thank you, sweetheart, you’re the best.”

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shadowdaddies · 8 months

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what do you think about reader and nyx being bffs and her having a huge crush on azriel , like nyx and reader have been friends for almost 50 years and she still remembers the first time she saw azriel. At was first it was a silly girl crush but it developed to her having a fat ass crush on him fr and nyx knows this and teases her relentless, azriel overhears this and confronts her. Fluff or smut pls i cannot handle angst🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

well anon, I had planned to go a more playful/smutty route when I started writing this but that was not what the writing gods had in mind for me today. This is FLUFF (and I know you said no angst but I couldn't resist but IT PAYS OFF)

Birthday Wishes

Azriel x Reader

Warnings: none, just lots of fluff and a lil angst, not proofread

You grew up in Velaris; your first job was as a teaching assistant at Feyre’s studio. You grew close with Feyre, and she became a mentor to you.

You babysat Nyx when he was young, and as you both grew older you also grew closer. He was the little brother you never had, and you were an honorary member of their family. You often accompanied Nyx to family dinners, which was comfortable because of how close you were with everyone. You had trained under Nesta’s command with the Valkyries, and often worked with Rhys and Feyre in your duties as an emissary.

The only one in the IC who didn’t feel like family to you was Azriel. Maybe that was in part because you had a huge crush on him for over fifty years, but he never seemed to pay much interest to you. He was at dinners and events the least of anyone, usually off on a mission, and when he was there you were too nervous to say much to him.

One year, Feyre insisted on hosting your birthday celebration at the River House. Everyone in the family was there, along with some of the Valkyries and your and Nyx’s friends. Everyone except Azriel. When people slowly started leaving the house for the night, you felt tears welling up in your eyes. It shouldn’t have bothered you so much, you weren’t close with Azriel. Why should you care whether or not he’s here? Nevertheless, you found yourself needing to step out for air on the balcony.

Nyx came out and stood next to you by the railing as you two took in the view; he always had a sixth sense for when something was troubling you. “Hey, everything okay?”

You tried to play it off, “I’m great, Nyx. You know how it is, the birthday blues strike again.” Nyx leveled you with a look that let you know he wasn’t buying your excuse. “Come on, I know when you’re upset. Could it have anything to do with a certain Shadowsinger?”

You couldn’t hide your shock as you looked up at Nyx. “Wh-what are you talking about? I.. I didn’t even notice he wasn’t here,” you sputtered out.

Nyx let out a laugh that had you punching him in the arm. “You asshole, why are you laughing at me when I’m crying?” you asked as your own tears turned to laughter at his infectious playful energy.

“I hadn’t even mentioned that he wasn’t here. You told on yourself, sis,” Nyx lobbed back at you, and you turned beet red at the realization you’d been caught. “Shut up, it’s not like it’s obvious. You just know because you’re nosey as Hel.”

Nyx slung his arm around your shoulder as he laughed again, “I think the only person it’s not obvious to is Azriel. Everyone else can see how you look at him.” You sighed, completely embarrassed that everyone apparently knew what you thought was your deepest secret. Nyx noticed your stress at the realization and squeezed your shoulder encouragingly, “it’s fine, sis. I can’t blame you for falling for those dreamy hazel eyes. But if I were you, I’d tell Azriel how you feel. It’s the only way you can move on, good or bad.” You nodded in agreement with him, and Nyx left a kiss on your head before turning around to head back inside.

You noticed him falter in his movement for just a moment before collecting himself. “Oh hey, Azriel,” Nyx greeted cheerfully before slinking through the door without so much as a glance back at you. Traitor. You slowly turned around, praying to the cauldron that he couldn’t tell you had been crying.

But you couldn’t have prepared yourself for the sight before you. Azriel stood in the doorway, hair windblown, wide-eyed and cheeks flushed as he panted for air. You took a tentative step towards him and spoke barely above a whisper, “Azriel. What are you doing here?” Azriel seemed taken aback by your question, but explained as he held up a package in his hand. “I flew here as fast as I could, and then I realized I hadn’t picked up your gift from where I had it wrapped and they were closed so I had to find the owner and get her keys and go to the shop and get your gift and then get the keys back and I flew here but I’m sorry it took so long, I messed it all up but I had to make sure I got you this tonight.”

You were frozen in shock. You didn’t think you’d heard Azriel speak so much or so quickly in his life. He stepped towards you as he finally caught his breath, handing you the package. “Please open it, angel.” You took the package from his hands, unwrapping it shakily as you looked up to see his face filled with anticipation. Opening the box, your breath caught in your throat as you took in the sight of your favorite book inside. “It’s a first edition, and it’s signed. I know it’s your favorite book, and I searched all over for it. Helion had a copy in the Day Court library. There’s something inside the book as well.” You opened up the front cover to find a letter from the author to you wishing you a happy birthday. You looked up at Azriel through teary eyes, and something snapped inside your chest. You gasped as you felt like you’d been struck by lightning, and you realized. My mate.

Azriel gave you a soft knowing smile as he stepped closer to you. “I heard your and Nyx’s conversation. I had no idea that you felt that way. The bond snapped for me about four months ago, but I didn’t want to pressure you because I didn’t think you felt that way for me. I wanted you to have a special birthday, regardless of whether or not you are interested in accepting the bond.”

You were overwhelmed by joy at Azriel’s confession, your emotions emboldening you to reach up to Azriel’s face and cup his cheek. “This book was the most beautiful and thoughtful gift I’ve ever received, until I learned the cauldron gave me you.” You pushed up on your toes as Azriel leaned down, pulling you in close for a deep, passionate kiss that spoke more than any words could relay.

~~~

You can't help but laugh now as you think about that memory, how at one point in your life the scariest thing to you was to tell that male how you felt about him. The same male you smile at across the table exactly fifty years later as you blow out the candles without a wish, because you couldn't imagine wanting anything more than this.

#acotar fanfiction #acotar fluff #azriel x reader #azriel fluff #azriel fanfic #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #acotar #azriel x you #azriel #nyx archeron #nyx #acotar angst #azriel x reader fluff

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divinemare · 6 months

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Nyx: I'm getting married, Demetria.

Demetria (OC): Oh that's great.

Nyx: To you, sign this.

Demetria:

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thefangirlofhp · 8 months

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2. bicycle

The bicycle is an ingenious invention—or so he’s told. A drawn carriage for one person; an affordable means of transportation for those short a few wings or winnowing; that it’s a piece to a puzzle of struggle and inconvenience that will revolutionize the way of commute. He supposes it is true, otherwise the children in his neighborhood wouldn’t have taken to it so quickly. But he’s fallen so many times off it’s uncomfortable seat already and cannot make it a few feet without tumbling to his side. It is a stupid matter, useless to him surely when he is learning how to fly and with the promise of power lurking in the murky depths of his potential, but he still cannot help this overwhelming need to achieve this skill—especially when his friends have all taken to it like ducks to water. Stupid to put his mind and effort to it when he should be focusing on his studies, on practicing flying and being an overall wholesome boy to his parents. But here he is, taking this unmastered skill as a personal insult, and pigheadedly plowing through like he’s turning a farm for seeds.

Nyx uprights the borrowed contraption, once again, checks it over for any damages that he’ll have to apologize to his friend for, and swings his leg over it once more. His knees sting and his cheek is sore but he braces one foot against the ground and tucks the other into the pedal. His split knuckles knit themselves close before his eyes in their tight grasp of the handles.

He closes his eyes just as he jerks his foot off the ground in a hurry to place it into its respective place while reminding himself to keep his grip on the other, his body veering sharply to the side, overly compensating his bal—

Everything blurs for a moment and his ears ring. It takes him a few seconds to realize he is on the ground and his head is spinning. Again. He spits grass out his mouth and sits up with a huff.

“Nyx?”

When looks over his shoulders, he startles to see his uncle standing a few feet away from him. Last he knew, Azriel was meant to be in Illyria with Cass and Aunt Nesta. Nonetheless, he smiles widely and waves.

“Az!”

“Are you all-right?” Azriel approaches, glancing around the empty yard. “Where are your parents and Elain?”

Nyx grins toothily. “Out with Lucien. I told ‘em I was playing with my friends.”

Azriel frowns slightly. “Why aren’t you with them?”

“I’m gonna meet ‘em in a bit,” Nyx nods, accepting Azriel’s outstretched hand and getting to his feet. “Ow. I just wanted to give this a try.”

“Why?” Azriel brushes grass blades from his hair.

“All my friends know how,” Nyx mumbles, his face warming up and feeling his ears tingle. “And I don’t.”

“But you can fly.”

“Uhu, but we’re racing on bikes, not flying,” he digs his toe into a pebble’s side and unearths it with a kick. “I’m always the referee.”

“I see,” Azriel tucks his hands behind his back. One day Nyx will get him to tell him the adventure that burned them; he’s positive there’s a firedrake involved and a thrilling tale that will put all of Cass’s to shame—why else would Azriel refuse his repeated inquires but to spare his brother? His uncle is polite like that, and it only fuels the little lord’s enthusiasm. “Whose is that?”

“Thomas,” Nyx mumbles. “I borrowed it yesterday.”

Azriel looks at him closely. “How much time do you have?”

Nyx perks up. “An hour or two. Can you teach me? Do you know how to use it?”

His uncle gives him a rare smile, bright as the sun above them. “It’s a simple enough contraption. The key is balance and not to think too hard. Come on, we’ll make a champion of you yet.”

#nyx archeron #azriel #nyx fic #drabbles #nyx fanfic #acotar #acotar fic

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"So when did you know it was love?"

Members. Skz hyung line (+hyunjin)

Synopsis. Asking them about the time when they'd fallen for you entirely

A/n. I woke up missing ji and decided to write something for skiz, it's been a long time since I've written for them anyway. I was watching a movie yesterday (more like analysing the poster) and the tagline said, 'so when do you know it's love?' And my writer brain went wee woo 🚨.

Bang chan

"so when did you know it was love?"

The question caught chan off guard, eyes shifting from his phone to your face, eyebrows quirked up in amusement, "where's this coming from?"

Rolling onto your stomach you groaned, "I don't know, chan, it just randomly popped up"

A bubble of laughter left his lips, "well to answer your question, I think it was our last semester at uni? I don't really remember the setting love, but I do remember that I was having a bad day. That paired with a raging downpour pushed me over the edge and I called you, crying, definitely not one of my best moments" chan paused to shake his head, "you helped calm me down and said, 'I'll be right there' and before I could ask what you meant you hung up"

"And before I knew it, you turned up at the library soaked to the bone. You handed me my umbrella and gave me the biggest, warmest hug someone had ever given me, despite the fact that you were freezing,

We'd already been dating for a few months, and you'd stolen my heart countless amount of times but it was at that moment I knew you'd stolen my heart from me forever"

Your cheeks felt hot, chan had always been a man of many words but to hear him voice out the moment he fell in love with you word by word felt nothing short of ethereal.

"But I do wonder, why did you turn up looking like a wet dog when you had an umbrella with you?"

Shrieks of embarrassment and laughter filled the atmosphere, love seeping into your bones even deeper.

Minho

"when did you know it was love?"

You saw minho's hand pause midway while petting dori, "is this one of those tiktok thingies where go around asking your partner if they'd love you if you were a worm?"

"What- no! I was genuinely curious" you whined as minho let dori down, placing a finger on his chin he pondered.

"Honestly?"

"Yeah!" You leaned forward excitedly.

"It was that time when you messed up a party's dress code and showed up wearing a chicken onesie."

"Fuck off" you replied, kicking a pillow at his face as he cackled, "No but how does one mess up that bad?"

Faux disappointment seeped into your features causing minho to break, "okay fine. But you dare not make fun of me or I'll set birds loose on you"

"You wouldn't dare" you gasped, "try me" Came his reply.

"It was late September, when we'd just been dating for a few months and when my self confidence was at an all time low. I remember you'd been begging me to show you one of my choreos until I finally agreed."

"Oh! I do remember it, and when the day arrived you made every excuse under the sun to not show me the choreography!"

"Yeah, because I've always been a little bit of a workaholic and a perfectionist and all the girls I've dated before would ask me to stop working or 'take a break',

nothing wrong with their concern but it just got tiring since I geninunely loved dancing, but then that day when I showed you my choreography, you sat there starry eyed; watching my moves like a hawk and your mouth left partially open as if me dancing was the single most enchanting thing you'd ever seen."

"It was!" you replied in a heartbeat, not missing the way his ears turned red instantaneously, "-anyway, then I told you I wanted to work some more on the choreography before I could come home and you said 'well, let's work together!' And started giving me all these ideas even when you had two left feet yourself"

You would've retorted with a 'hey!' Had it not been the soft gaze in his eyes. You knew minho loved you, it showed in the way he'd tone down his teasing once in a while and remind you that he still loved you.

But after this, you doubt any insecurity would ever cross your mind.

Changbin

"when did you know it was love, bin?"

Changbin almost dropped the plate he was holding, caught utterly off guard by a question he most certainly had the answer to yet didn't trust his words enough, "what do you mean, babe?"

"When did you realize that you were in love with me?"

"I fall for you every day." He deadpanned

"Yeah- but, like, when was the first time?" you asked flustered by his prompt reply.

"You're cute" He giggled, ruffling your hair as his eyes shone with admiration, "I think it was when we had our first serious disagreement? The first time the rose colored glasses shattered and we could see ourselves for who we truly were"

"You said something along the lines of, 'I'd understand if you left right now' and it was the first time in my twenty one years of life that I'd experienced true heartbreak. And it was also the moment when I realized no matter how many fights we had or will inevitably have in the future, I'd never want to walk out on you or us"

He ended his little monologue by peppering sweet butterfly kisses on your forehead, "I'll always love you" He whispered between the kisses.

The orange hues of the setting sun illuminated the two soul mates in that room who failed to realize that their souls were always meant to love each other, maybe the setting sun knew their story for it smiled as it set across the horizon.

Hyunjin

"when did you know it was love?" You asked hyunjin as he raked his fingers through your hair gently, a low hum escaping him

"When did I know I'd fallen for you entirely?" He confirmed to which you gently nodded your head, the serene atmosphere felt unreal with you laying on his chest and him alternating between patting your head and softly brushing your hair

"That's a question that doesn't really have a definite answer, love"

You allowed a beat of silence to pass by before you spoke up, "what do you mean?"

"Falling in love with you wasn't a spur of the moment... it was rather an entire journey.

From the moment we met to right now, it's been one hell of a ride. We've seen seasons, weather and people change. We've seen each other change for the better, I've see you through your good, your bad and your ugly" He paused to let his eyes roam all over your face as if memorizing every miniscule detail

"But despite all of that, I wanted you. I wanted you every waking moment of my life, I wanted you on the days you were too sad to even get up, I wanted you on the days you were cranky and moody, I wanted you on the days you'd blow up on me, I wanted you, I want you.

And when you want someone like that, above their flaws, imperfections and blemishes I think it's fair enough to declare it as love"

Hyunjin was always a romantic, never failing to make you feel loved and cherished and even after years of dating him, he still managed to take your breath away. He talked about loving you as if it was the most natural thing for him to do, as if loving you was easy.

And that terrified you because hyunjin was just as easy to fall for, if not more.

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ACOTAR - Requested Fics

Azriel

Decision Maker

Drunk Rambles

Emotional Wreck

General Games

Get A Clue

Harder

High Lord's Daughter

New Beginning

Sleeping Aid

The Painting

Under A Spell

Wrong Daddy

Cassian

Caught

Frozen Confessions

Oblivious

Permanent Honeymoon Phase

Starry Skies

Feysand

Broken Silence

Revenge Aftermath

Helion

Snuffed Out

Nyx (Adult)

Gwynriel Series: Busted Too Fast Babysitters

His Burden

Only A Matter Of Time

Rhysand

Distract Me

I Need You

Let Me, Please

Love Finds Away

My Enemy

Please, Daddy

Primal Instinct

Returning Home

Stress Relief

Batboys

A Not So Warm Welcome

Let Your Hair Down

Batboys And The Virgin (Head Cannons)

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turtledovenycx · 7 months

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"Under the stage, below the platform" (𝐁.𝐂)

🎧Chase Atlantic - Heaven and Back

“The feeling of pleasure with the thrill of not being caught was so naughty, so wrong.”

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧

𝐭𝐚𝐠: 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲, 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧! 𝐚𝐮, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭🔞

𝐖.𝐂 𝟒.𝟐𝐤

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲, 𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠)

“She looks good in that skirt.” Chan’s thoughts were half rational and half PornHub. He was not the kind to lose his cool that easily, being the leader of an unruly but lovable band that behaved like children for half of his life, he was well versed in keeping calm but lord! Were you testing him today?

The crew had given the boys a holiday under supervision. In light of their fame, they had to select an amusement park where they wouldn’t be disturbed too much. The crowd at this park was present but thankfully scattered. It was just the managers, the boys, and a few friends, no cameras, no scripts, and no retakes, they had the freedom to just be themselves without the pressure. However, this was not necessarily a good thing especially for Chan because if the boys were loud on camera, they were supersonic off camera sometimes completely forgetting their idol image. The perks were their VIP passes which ensured they did not stay at one spot for long enough to be noticed.

Some of the boys invited their s/os’ like Chan while the single members of the group took the liberty to bring their closest friends. It was like an extended hangover, after the initial awkwardness of the meet-up and introduction, the atmosphere shifted from bashful laughter to free laughter. Since for some of them, it was a date the team decided to form small groups or go as couples until they regrouped for lunch at the nearby place. This was the most normal they had been in their recent schedules.

You and Chan decided to venture off alone, going through the highlight rides before it got too crowded and then slowly making your way across one end of the park to the other. It was so refreshing as both of you spent time laughing and wandering in and out of stores and souvenir shops. Your laughter increased tenfold when both of heard what sounded like Changbin’s scream as the ride rose into the air and dropped. The ride read DareDevil and Chan's phone lit up with a notification, a selfie - in which Lee Know was smirking wearing a devil horns headband, Changbin crying in the background, and Jeongin losing his shit from laughter. You both stared at his phone the group chat alive from the incoming messages, you sipped from Chan’s drink, his focus turning to yours while your attention was on the phone.

Your eyes crinkled at the edges as the grin never left your face, a soft laugh escaped as the phone lit up with new messages and more pictures of poor traumatized Binnie. Your lips looked so soft, so plump and bright now resting between your teeth as you tried to control your laughter. You took another sip of the slushie your eyebrows narrowing at the cold.

Just like it narrows when-

“Channie, want ice cream?” You asked looking up to find him staring at you, his face so close to yours his nose almost brushed yours when you lifted your head. He tucked his phone back into his pocket before brushing a stray strand of hair off your face. He nodded, his eyes landing briefly on your lips before he pulled himself together. “Yeah.” He said clearing his throat, you smiled before walking forward, hand in his leading him through the crowd. Chan was a gentleman, your boyfriend treated you like a princess in and out of bed. He was never against PDA but he held himself back from kissing you in public given his responsibilities of his image and most importantly he did not want you to feel overwhelmed not that you ever could with how comfortable you were with him.

It had started with your skirt, Chan loved your body and soul, and he urged you to do the same. He was the happiest when you pushed past your insecurities and dressed up… just for him at times. To him you are the most beautiful being in the room regardless of where you guys are. As of right now, The skirt you had on was soft, not as soft as your plush thighs but soft and fell seductively till your mid-thigh. The ruffles and bows drew attention to the material and your legs… oh your legs Chan thought, ‘Mine’.

The top you wore was tight in all the right places, accentuating the curves of your torso and your breasts peaking out from the sweetheart neckline. The two-layered necklace that adorned your neck completed the look, a surge of possessiveness went through his body after seeing the C imprinted on the choker.

“There it is” you chimed stopping abruptly, Chan almost did not hear you. There was a queue in front of the stand, you hesitated ‘What if someone recognized Chan?’

“We can get it som-” he pulled you forward and stood behind a mother and her kids who were waiting in line. You stood a step behind him.

“Chris, what if someone sees you?” you whispered using his first name, his cock stirred in his pants you only called him that when you were serious or horny.

“I’m wearing a hat, plus I don’t see anyone who could potentially notice us, “ he replied after doing a quick scan of the short queue, a few kids, parents, moms and dads juggling toddlers and some teenage couple.

“Okay,” you sighed, slipping your hand into his and interlocking your fingers, Chan brought your palm to his mouth placing a soft kiss on top. You blushed and smiled brightly up at him and Chan wanted to kiss you so badly. Oh fuck!

You guys talked about this and that, you trying to make sure no one saw Chan and him trying not to bend down and kiss you square on the mouth. He successfully distracted you as you recited the latest drama that was going on in your workplace. You rambled on and on pouting slightly at the memory of the argument and Chan found it adorable. He even thought about pulling you in between the stores and fulfilling his wish. But before he had to go to the bathroom.

“Baby, I need to go use the restroom,” he said placing a discreet kiss on your head. You nodded, the line was slowed down because the machine had stopped. Chan walked away from the line as two workers wrestled with it.

When he returned you were on your phone and there was just one customer in front of you. He took a once over of you again, standing there brows knitted in concentration, one hand playing with your necklace before looking up at him, your face smoothed and a smile broke down, your turn was up as he jogged towards you.

“Hi, what can I get you?” the boy behind the screen asked before his eyes landed on you. His eyes too flicked to your lips for a split second as you skimmed the menu. The appearance of your boyfriend next to you wiped the small smirk of the boy’s face replaced by a disappointed frown. This however did not go unnoticed by Chan.

“I’m thinking blackberry or should I get mango?” you ask breaking the glare he held onto the boy as he looked down at you.

“Get what you want love.” he deadpanned, his curt answer surprised you, but you brushed it off.

“I’ll have the blackberry swirl.” you smiled at the boy who clicked onto his screen, “would you like that to be in a cone or cup?” He returned with an over-enthusiastic smile. “Cone please” he nodded.

“And a salted caramel-” you stated looking at Chan for confirmation, he nodded before smiling to himself giddy that you knew exactly what he craved.

“Cone or cup.” the boy rudely asked eyes turning to Chan, he glared back with the same intensity. “Cup.” Chan would have added a please or a smile under normal circumstances but this guy was being rude.

“Could I interest you in any toppings?” he asked eyes trained on you as you were busy watching the ice cream being scooped.

“I don’t know it's an additional few dollars.”

“It’s on the house.” the boy smiled as his co-worker scooped up the blackberry swirl in a generous amount and placed it on a cone covered with tissue.

“Oh really?” you asked, his smile grew brighter, and Chan clenched his jaw.

“Chocolate sprinkles in the salted caramel please,” you said placing the menu down. The poor boy’s face fell and Chan held back a laughter. He was beaming with pride at the guy's failed attempt. Chan wasn’t usually petty and he understood how people would look for an extra few seconds when you were so beautiful. But it’s the way his eyes trailed your torso every time you weren’t looking and the fact that even though it was established that you were taken he would not back off purposely ignoring and behaving rudely to Chan.

“Right it's 18 dollars,” he said his eyes glancing at your chest when you looked away to retrieve the money from your purse.

“I got it,” you said but before you could pay Chan had given his card.

“Make it 20 dollars,” Chan said smirking, holding out the card in his hand in front of your body, covering your chest and blocking the creeps view.

“I could have paid,” you said pouting, he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you close as you guys moved to the pick-up counter

“Funny, you think I would let you pay,” Chan said as your orders were done.

“Thank you,” you said grabbing the sweet treat and licking off the top, before helping Chan get his spoon and you were off.

You guys walked in silence before you started. “But still, you are always paying for everything. The trip, our souvenirs even the VIP bands,” you say eating your ice cream while arguing why you should be allowed to get the ice cream you and Chan are currently devouring. Fully paid.

“Okay first, the trip and VIP bands are from the company, secondly I like paying for everything, not because I have to or I don't think you can pay but because it makes me happy. I don’t want you to pay, just be here with me, I’ll accept that as payment.” He said almost finishing his cup, extending the last bite to you which you gladly accepted.

“That was cheesy and maybe we shouldn’t have ordered the toppings... Does it taste weird or just me?”

“It tastes fine.” He shrugged throwing the cup in the nearby bin, you guys were on this street set of the theme park. The sides are lined with fake stone buildings with wax statues and stores. There were red phone booths and short streetlights on the path you both walked.

“Speaking of weird, Channie did you feel the dude was being a bit rude?” You asked halfway through your cone.

“Yeah, maybe a bit,” he said holding your hand in the process.

“A little huh? You looked like you wanted to shoot lasers at him,” you stated, he looked baffled.

“You noticed?” he asked you giggled at how shy your boyfriend seemed now.

“Baby, he was being weird I honestly wanted to cancel when he was rude to you. I’m not that clueless you know. I saw you glare at him.” you guys had stopped walking, Chan did not how he felt. Silly? Proud? Turned on?

“It was kind of hot.” you winked and that was the last straw, Chan pulled you between two fake buildings into an alleyway.

“Chan-” you gasped but he had his lips on yours before another word. He tasted like caramel without the weird aftertaste of the toppings. His kisses were fervent, hot, and desperate.

“Princess. wanted. To. kiss. From. before.” he said in between kisses, his hands fervently grabbing your body. Your waist, your hips, your butt, your hands, your face.

“Me too,” you said hand grabbing his collar the other balancing your almost finished ice cream.

“I wanted to kiss you too,” you said kissing his soft lips he held the back of your head, angling it so that he could press to you closer. The taste of caramel and blackberry mixing invades both your senses.

The need to breathe broke the heated kiss, Chan placing his forehead on yours and gasping. You had a smile on your face.

“You wanted to kiss me too?” he asked, one of his palms gently holding your cheek, he placed a chaste kiss on them.

“Mhmm.” you nodded, biting your lower lip, “Since we stepped in the park, I was scared that someone would see us and recognize you,” you admitted looking at your boyfriend. His lip now appeared swollen, glistening with your gloss and saliva. His eyes clouded and had a mischievous glint in them.

“I know me too…. I love you,” he told you kissing your lips to seal his words. You giggled as he alternated with loud smooches and soft kisses all over your face. Chan’s love has always been this and it enthralled you, silly and pure.

“Chris…” you gasped as a few drops of ice cream that was left on the cone fell onto your collarbone missing your garments.

He smirked before looking in the direction you all came in, there were people but no one noticed the small nook. Chan grabbed the hand that held the small piece of cone before bringing it to his lips,

“Mmm.” he exaggerated as he ate the cone, teasingly licking and biting your fingers in the process. Your face flushed red, and your breath became shallow. He moved onto your neck next, placing a long lavish lick from the base of your neck to the side of it.

“Ah, Chris…” you moaned hand in his hair as he licked the ice cream off your collarbone, sucking and biting on the skin to leave a faint mark. He kissed the hickey and kissed his way till his teeth grazed the shell of your ear.

Your hands found their way to his chest as he teased the skin behind your ear earning a soft whimper out of you.

“We are in public… we can’t ..ah” you whispered as your boyfriend pulled your body flush against his. Hand slithering under your skirt he grabbed handfuls of your ass as he kissed you again, his tongue entering your mouth as you gasped.

“Channie…” you pushed him away to put space between the two of you. Heaving as you guys neglected oxygen. He wasn’t done he had lost half his rational thoughts and right now all he wanted was you, more and more of you. He pulled you towards him by your hands and was about to kiss you when a loud whistle broke the trance you were in, clearing both of your thoughts and reminding you guys that people could see you. No one noticed thankfully the whistle was just a group of friends goofing around.

“I need more,” he whispered in your ear as you straightened his shirt, wiped gloss off his lips, and tended to yourself. Your face felt hot at his submission his hands snaking around your waist. Your boyfriend rarely showed this side of him, but you became excited and shy when it did. He was so demanding and his usual shyness faded revealing a bold man with a filthy mouth.

“We can’t, not here,” you said placing a kiss on his lips and walking towards the front of the alley. A few kids had begun to look into the space wondering.

He pulled you back a few steps. “The restrooms?”

“Chan, it's the holiday season, and a lot of people will be there in the restroom how are you gonna sneak into the women's room.” you laughed as you both emerged from the nook onto the street.

“Wait, why me? I’ll sneak you in.” He protested.

“There is no way I’m sneaking into the men’s room,” you say

“But-” his whine got cut off with a phone call.

“They are regrouping, it's 1 p.m.” He said.

“So fast? Where was the pizza place again?” you questioned, looking at the hand map you guys had grabbed from the entrance, if you both made a shortcut through the stage field you could reach there in a shorter time.

“Come on.” you grabbed Chan’s hand and walked towards the stage.

The stage was not huge but it was big enough for a band of five and their equipment to perform. It was at a decent height and could be viewed from afar. This was the heart of the park, and a local band was set up to perform. Chan zigzagged his way through the crowd, till you guys reached the stage. The platform was raised and the same height as your boyfriend. The guards hadn’t set up the gates yet so both of you slipped in and went behind the stage where people were shifting and moving props.

“Are we allowed in here ?” you questioned as you both speed-walked through the hustle and bustle.

“No, I don't think so.” Chan said, “I thought so, babe we -” Your sentence was cut off again as Chris pulled you under the platform, through the black curtains. The underside was spacious it was filled with backup speakers, wires, equipment, and microphone stands. Boxes and cartons filled one side and a big sound woofer was placed next to it, you could hear footsteps above you.

“What are you doing? we are gonna get kicked out,” you whisper- yelled as the Chan cornered you, you hit the woofers and Chan caged you in with his arms.

“I told you I want more,” he said in his thick accent, eyes falling onto your lips. The dim light and space make that action insanely attractive.

“Someone could walk in.” you tried as he dipped his head between your shoulder and neck placing kisses.

“We have to be quick then,” Chan stated before he shut you up with a soft kiss, you all but melted. The band had begun sound testing and the bass from the guitar reverberated through the platform, to the poles that held it, into your bodies. He bit slightly onto your bottom lip, earning a whimper out of you, and pulled back. Chan looked at you as you seemed to be in a daze, eyes glazed over, marks on your neck and collarbone, and gloss-smudged lips. Gorgeous. The confined space heated up quickly as he lifted you onto the woofer, people ran to and fro -on and behind that stage- but at that moment you couldn't care less, it was like you both had entered a different world. Where the two of you were alone.

His fingers began undoing the ties on your top, pulling the neckline down to expose your breast.

“Ah, Chris-” you mewled when Chan kissed around your nipple, before playing with it using his tongue. The band had begun playing a song as Chan created bite marks around the supple flesh and sucked on your nipple till you couldn’t hold back your moans.

“My girl, so sensitive here,” he said using his forefinger to circle your hardened bud, your body jerking at the action. He kissed you as his hands made their way all over your body, one palm gripped your ass as the other disappeared between your legs and moved your skirt out of the way.

You moaned into his mouth your hands reached towards his bulge, trying to provide friction over the rough denim as he pushed your panties aside and played with your clit.

“You are so wet for me? Hm? All for me my baby…” he all but breathed into your mouth, one of his fingers entering you as you let out a whine. Chan groaned as you reached for his zipper but he stopped you.

“I want to taste you.” He said before he got on his knees and pushed your skirt up,

“Channie-” you tried weakly as he licked a fat strip from your hole to your clit. Repeating the action he grabbed your hands and placed them on his head, silently asking you to hold his face to your cunt before he dived in under your skirt, the material covering his head partially, holding your panties to the side.

Chan ate your pussy with fervor and passion like he was quenched and needed water, he sucked on your clit before moving towards your hole and teasing the entrance. Your moans were drowned out by the music and commotion outside, and you let out a gasp as your man placed one of your thighs on his shoulder. The new angle allowed his tongue to enter your cunt, and you almost lost balance at the sensation. Your arm tired of holding yourself up so Chan wouldn’t have to bear your whole weight and the other playing with his tresses. He was relentless, slowing down to look at you and smirk before speeding up again. Surrounded by the pleasure you did not quite register two of his fingers entering you until you felt the beginning chills of your orgasm. His fingers scissored you open as his teeth grazed your swollen clit, fingers curled to hit that one spot that had you throwing your head back. Chan gazed to see you your top half undone, tits covered in his marks and spit, hair disheveled, lips between your teeth as you held tried to hold back your sounds. One of his hands reached up to your tit and kneaded the flesh.

“Chris…. Chris.. ah … oh Channie I can’t. Ah..” your foot dig into his back as broken moans and incoherent babbles left you as he fingered you, kissing your clit. "The feeling of pleasure mixed with the thrill of not being caught was so naughty, so wrong." You began moving your hips in sync with his head. The taunt feeling in your stomach snapped when his fingers pinched your nipple and your orgasm washed over you. Your hip jerked and Chan guided you with his hands on your hips as you rode out your orgasm. You tried to pull him up and return the favor but he declined. “It’s okay baby, you can pay me back once we are home.”

“But I-”

“If we start now I don't think I can hold back,” he admitted kissing your pussy once more before he placed your leg back on the ground and got up dusting his knees. Your legs felt weak and you needed a minute to catch your breath resting your head on his shoulder. Chris wrapped his arms around you placing kisses to soothe you on your head, eyes, and neck. You lazily kissed him as he tried to knot the strings of your top. You giggled and then fixed your top yourself. He held you, his arms around your waist while you rested yours around his neck. You fixed your hair and then smiled at Chan who was busy admiring the faint post-orgasm blush on your cheeks. The music continued outside oblivious of the atmosphere under the stage below the platform

“I love you,” you whispered in his ear not wanting to break the little bubble both of you found under a stage during a band rehearsal.

“I love you too,” he said kissing you again, your lips felt fuzzy.

“I love you,” you repeated and he chuckled. “This because I didn't get to tell you at the alley. And this-” you placed a long kiss on his lips smiling against his lips, Chan feeling dizzy “for always taking care of me.” Before Chan could reply someone entered the space both of you jumping at the intrusion.

“HEY! WHO ARE YOU? YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE?!” the woman yelled as someone else entered under the stage. Springing to action, you both ran out of the stage into the crowd. Chan grabbed your hand as he pushed through the crowd yelling out ‘Sorry, excuse us, pardon me mate.’ you guys did not stop till the stage disappeared behind and you were close to the pizzeria. You both stopped laughing and tried to catch your breath, you fixed yourself as Chan discreetly adjusted himself in his pants. You send an apologetic glance to which he just winks and kisses you briefly. As soon as you entered the restaurant you spotted your friends, the loudest in the bunch, it was remarkable how people had not recognized them when they doing everything but laying low. The shouting and hollering intensified as the two of you approached the somewhat private tables.

“You’re late!” Jisung yelled, he was in a mid straw fight with Seungmin. “Yeah, we took the long route,” Chan said slipping into the booth after you.

“Of course you did.” Lee Know said smirking, he noticed the flushed expressions, Chan’s messy hair, and faint marks on you before his eyes met Chan’s. You blushed and turned away from them engaging in something Felix said.

‘Not a word’ Chan glared at Minho. He smiled shrugging before turning away to share a knowing look with Hyunjin. The fuckers had bet on why you were late Minho won clearly as Hyunjin extended a five-dollar bill to him. “Guys, Changbin Hyung cried.” Jeongin reminded again as Changbin groaned.

“In-ah! For the last time, it was because of the speed” The laughter and shouting ensued and Chan placed his hands on your thigh. The clock on the wall read 1:50 and you hoped the day would not end.

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